at the fork in the road

If my silence had a sound
I would be quite loud
extrovert
a voice
greater choice?
The face, blank
just in case they see
me
Who?
You
The one that drives
the car with blacked out windows
bullet proof skin
so thin!
Window down to breathe
and I was seen
chasing convertibles
in which the others sat
giving it all that
with their top down chat
Encased here, invisible
shouting sat nav calling my name
insane
destined for
a fork in the road
where the only light visible
was not my own.