The Road cares not for who travels on it.
Though it hears them all
(Even listening to some).
There are the ones who travel the same portion, back and forth.
The ones who visit it for a little while, never to see it again.
And the ones who live on it, stepping off only to return soon enough.
It accepts them all
As it disappears from one spot and spreads out into another.
It is all one