Your life has been nothing but being laid down and run over
You used to be a soft and pure mixture and through time you've changed
You've one of the hardest surfaces with many grooves and cracks
You lie on your back and look up while all else moves on and passes through
You run all over the world, connecting and disconnecting at certain places
You detour often into the most wondrous of places
You come back and swear you won't detour again
You carry the most royal of weights
You're painted with lines that tell your story, where to go, and where you've been
You are asphalt
