I have lived all a while, changed with the times, been with the times, overrun with the times, still been there as I was first born
Sometimes marked by corporation, dug by departments, flooded by rain still regain the form becuase lives dont run If I am not made
I am like life mending and moving, anyone just stands on me and carry them on the flow, no one leads on to me and no one is behind I am there when people want to find, have space for every one- from the man on mercedes to the man on lorry, the man on bus to the man on 2 wheels and also the lone walkers. All use my means
I get to see a procession which goes on sessions , jams on the flow when I see people moving on slow, Rising their revelry with festivities and congesting myself with densities
I see people on streets mowving on their feets and coming to my terms when I kill someone. I wonder why they forget me that I may take them to Thee
Ages have past and I still have last when no one moves on me I get deserted as anyone can be , I cry when someone goes his last trip and wry when someone loses their Grip
wonder just as life I have been sometimes visible sometimes never seen
I want to be there when the new ones drive, testing there skills and shining on their Thrives. I know I am just as life which goes on and on whether there is old one or youger one crossing on
I am just a road which never dies, I am just a as life which always RISE
