against your will

the tread
of your life
wears
quickly
over time.
on the hard
road,
the soft
path,
on the easy
mud
and dirt
of the detours
you've
taken.
but most of
the wear
is from
the highway
at great speeds
and
sharp turns,
dodging
disaster
at each bend.
wearing thin
your
very soul,
but rolling still,
somehow
until
it all decides
against your
will, to end.