The Road Will Remember

Leaves will fall,

Clouds will disappear,

People will go,

And all will change;

But the road will remember.

One will see a part of you,

Someone else another;

One will stick to you freely,

One will detest your philosophy;

But the road knows you all.

You have been striding with some,

You have been limping with others;

Crushing souls nonetheless,

Quarring for silver in pockets of amber.

The road has seen you in all.

Sometimes you may remember what you've done,

Other times, misguided by your actions;

Backed by thoughts of a deteriorating mind,

But to the road its all the same -

It lies unaltered through emotions in time.

So you may not understand,

Nor be understood,

Through words ambiguous, a mismatch of thoughts -

Around the bent in the undergrowth,

On the road to somewhere.

It is not a friend,

It is not a foe,

It is not stained by your actions,

It is not moved by your words,

Its a spectator free from the shackles of life!

The road you have walked upon,

On bare feet or conduicts bright;

In sultry air or cold nights,

Laughing at each other or indulged in fights;

The road remembers it all.

It is informed of what you've felt,

It can state what you made feel;

It can split your past against your future,

It can see hypocrisy you've never seen;

Yet the old wise road doesn't account for anything.

So when justice come for me,

I will bring the road to the jury,

And let them decide whether -

I'm to be enthralled or set free;

'Coz i know not what demonizing misery,

Fuels this undermined caprice.