• the_magic 9w

    The Roads Are Angry

    The roads are tired of seeing me walk,
    They complain my feet use too much force,
    The roads say they will bury my feet,
    Tomorrow, I won't walk miles.

    The roads are sick of hearing me talk,
    They complain I speak a lot,
    The roads say they will shut my mouth,
    Tomorrow, I will say no word.

    The roads are angry,
    They complain my life is not worthy of me,
    The roads say they will rob me my life,
    Tonight I will pass.

    ©the_magic