Urban Poetry Experiment Part 1

I lay under the feet of the masses beneath bright city lights and airplanes that fly overhead. I see everything and everyone from a perspective unlike any other. In the city I connect every path to every other path. I am cold in the winter and warm in the summer. At times I lay barren in the twilight hours only to be trampled upon during the day. I will continue to be even after you are gone. I feel nothing and I am everywhere. I watched as you learned your way around and provided you hope for a brighter future. With my assistance you have completed countless tasks some of them in repetition. I will continue to be a place of sanctuary for some and source of oppression for others. I am neither good nor bad. Please know that I am at your disposal.