Windshield

Often I feel like 
a windshield just here
minding my own business 
zooming along without a 
care in the world 
when suddenly splat something 
or other crashes in 
some stick others bounce
off continuing on their 
way without so much 
as a thought or 
acknowledgment or even apology 
a few things hit
hard causing knicks dings 
and cracks but most 
get washed away by 
a spritz and wipe
no worse for wear
But oh I long
to be just a 
car window lazily passively 
watching things go by 
like a Monarch dressed
in combat regalia sitting 
atop a steed watching 
as his minions are 
slaughtered wondering the whole 
time what’s for lunch