Do you ever wonder why roads are black?
A boy does.
Maybe its cause of the roads history.
Or maybe of the trouble its caused.
Or maybe cause it gets bullied by cars.
He'll never know.
He thinks he can relate to the black rough roads..
Maybe.
Maybe not
He thinks the cars are mean to him.
That's why the roads are so low.
Then there's roads
that begin in the air,
Then eventually fall.
He wonders why.
But cant find the answer.
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