Hello, I am new to this world. I don’t know the tricks of the trade, I am a soul, spat and swirled. The opportunities of this star buffeted. Shall I be a merchant, a magician, a politician, I stand in awe of the road. The concrete, the holes, each speck gleaming with ambition. Purposeful, useful, a want of an ode. A necessity of being, of existence, of life, of air, Of continuity, of being. You and I, road have a lot we share, Still and detached from seeing. You wouldn't want to know anyway, Count your deafness as a win, I’d prefer to be a literal ashtray. I imagine it would burn but you were built with thick skin, I am born to shrivel from within, Pain from where I begin, You, indestructible by a ton of tin. I may stay here, It seems good here. I’d much rather be here. I’ll stay here.