A poignant and commonly foreseeable act of motion So autonomous and yielding to servitude of devotion Seemingly so obliging as yet every sign is on every road Encapsulating the function of journey’s so now bestowed Untainted by a permanence of an uncaring highway surface That doesn’t care if your black, white, or whatever race All of which are born the same but unequal by comparison Of the money you earn, the savings you burn, for every occasion If you stand by me and observe my every human witness Or as the animal for crossing hindered by commuter duress Always to the maximum never faltered unless for congestion Or the unfortunate event of a life I took via driver aggression They all go somewhere and never to sleep and never rest Everything from commerce to a woman with a baby to her breast A place in mind of recitation from yesterday’s utmost desire The executive in office attire or the services to put out the fire I have weathered every freedom from hence I was a field of soil A landscape untouched before many machines came and did spoil I am the artery of someone’s salvation but a purpose served in silence How lonely I am yet many do come though I remain in such penance I will not ever change so far as being at the mercy of your design But from years of going by; renewed of modus apparatus to refine Started from paper yet carved and implemented by much stone To layout the future for a population as vehicular engines moan If perhaps I could arise for one day and foresee what is destination Fall at the splendour to personally manoeuvre my own navigation For now I am every second, of every minute of every moving hour I brave the four seasons, baking sun and the rain to which you cower You are so lucky to be in practice of a tiny detail called freedom That I am so far exempt yet you protest when denied so seldom For I bare the passage way for the geographic of your every day I am the daily granted platform of your life, for I, am highway By VisionGhost ©2009