day something

I am trying to be a road
untouched and unbothered
by the footprints all over the
map of my skin
but the dirt and dust
won't stop seeping in
and I have hot springs in my eyes
more often than I know  what
to do with -  they don't
heal anymore.
Potholed and bone dry,
my steel bars exposed
to ridicule,
I am the tarmac holding in the heat
of the day but I don't last
the night and the
white lines they painted
have faded
Is that why you don't recognise
how often you cross the line?