I am unbias, and unjudging. I enforce order in the lives of those who ride me. Yet, I do not complain. I endure the scathing insults of my pace, or lack of it.
I am but a constant in lives. I do not get a chance to travel the world and see its beauty, but I witness the beauty of those that make the world - people.
I watch babies sleeping in their mothers' arms grow to playful kids running around my metal shiny poles, to teenagers with earphones embedded in their ears, to working adults, to becoming parents again. The ageing transformation from black to white, I am but a silent witness.
What am I?
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