I didn’t let him drive pass me.
Who he was not known
Neither was it a race to be won
Still I picked up the speed
What made me maintain the lead?
You stopped but much ahead of the line
Now a man drove pass to stand before you
Breaking the rule at signal seemed nothing new
Neither you were chasing the time nor was he
How would you look at, what we see?
Are we impatient?
Or the soul of deep planted rat race
Driving us every now and then?
Should I call it our ego,
Which raised its head again?
One may see the caged emotions
Looked out ways to get free…
But, whatever it might be;
How it's crushing our senses
I really wonder to see.
