My headlights reveal only where we are going,
not where we have been—I am not in control.
Another takes my wheel and sets me in motion
in a direction not of my choosing.
I am a silent witness of many things.
I may not have ears, but this windshield
reveals and reflects the lives of the people
around me and within me.
Times have been tough for them,
an unseen shift resulted in change as
dull grey buildings standing as sentries
were painted with vibrant hues.