Journeys in Transit

The cab rolls on, tires humming a song,

But the silence is heavy, like I’ve done something wrong.

The driver’s eyes forward, a sea of lost thought,

While I rummage for change, wrestling with what I’ve caught.

Each bump in the road seems to echo my dread,

In the back of this car, so many words left unsaid.

We pass by the streetlights, blinkers flashing our fate,

And I cling to the leather, feeling the weight.

Outside, the city whirls, alive with its calls,

While here in this capsule, the quiet befalls.

And I wonder if taxis carry more than just me,

If they hold all our burdens, our fears yet to see.