Empathy on Wheels

I keep the engine running. Blacktop reflection in my eyes.

Compassion isn't weakness. It's the blade beneath the skies. Patterns coil and

twist around me. Signals buried in the drone. I learned to read the hidden

fractures in every story never shown. Head on a swivel.

Breathing slow. Empathy on wheels. I will not let go. Judgment wears a

thousand faces. Shadowed masks behind the glass. They call it strength to stay

indifferent. I call it fear you can't unmask. In the quiet,

I am searching. In the noise, I stay awake. Every fracture tells the truth.