Cold grey eyes stare down

At a dirty sink basin

Scrubbing another secret away

Murky water spurts and sputters

Scalding hot and icy at once

Rust on his thick fingers

Caked on like his disguise

His true nature buried deeper

Than holes he’s had to dig

Shallow and barren

His eyes find their way to the mirror

A distorted image greets him

Glaring through cracks and missing reflection

Smiling he knows

No amount of scrubbing

Will wash away his truth

His ride has a full tank and endless secrets

It’s as new to him as the ground is to them

He hits the highway

The traveler is on the move