Frontage Road
Frontage Road
You see me on the frontage road,
next to the expressway.
This road never begins, or never
ends. It just exists.
I see people moving on with
their lives as they exit to the
main routes on the freeway,
while I live my life moving
on along this frontage road.
I start, then I stop, and start
something new all over again.
The name for the road never
seems to change, even though
then it makes changes in me.
My road is everywhere, in
the north, south, east and west.
And none of them is best.
They are all the same.
Soon I’ll have enough power
to stay on the highway,
and compete for the lanes
with the rest of the traffic.