Life is a very long road to travel

And everyone stops for gas

But gee, when prices are this high

It's hard to travel fast

You have to turn in here and there

Into these vast pit-stops

You have to be so much prepared

And wary of the cops

Life and the road go hand in hand

Just have to stay their course

Treading upon them trudgingly

To reach the next high source

Nails and glass can stifle you

Along those many sectors

The many woes can turn you blue

With different viles of vectors

Often their very diverse signs

Can sometimes be amusing

Following that bumbling navigator

Can really get confusing

Pressing down, so forcefully

On the accelorator

Can feel like you're not getting far

Like on an escalator

You pay the price for all their grief

As different journ's commences

Stopping at marts and convenience store

To pay their high expenses

Scooping into your pot of stew

To feed that bearing piper

And keep belongings close at hand

Away from swiping swipers

Going through the pits and tolls

To roam upon those roads

Can smell like very smelly toads

To reach your next new goals