There is a man on a bike
holding a big mirror.
In a traffic that rushes ahead,
He sees just himself.
Vehicles rush to him
Overtaking him , never touching.
He keeps looking at himself
In the sea of vehicles.
His purpose is defined
to hold his reflection steady,
as the road vibrates
with the weight of the evening rush
His world is limited to his reflection
blocking the driver
out of his sight.
Moving just on faith
Much like my faith.
All I see is my reflection
which I hold steady, oblivious
to the universe driving me.
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