Evening Out with a Steamroller
The tarred road felt a little stiff today
The rough edges matching the weather
Chugging onto the tarmac black
The friction heated the pavement...
Evening out those jagged places
I steam, I roll and be the shaker
of a steamrolled tarmac..
Nothing stays alive
not when you crush the will to survive
Brokenness and Empty spaces
somehow leave a touch
on jagged hearts...
Evening out the bridge to a smoothness
You somehow feel that life needs
where you need steamrollers