Bus Driver
He looked safe behind the two glass partitions
walls people build to safeguard their fears
almost as if in placenta, uterus protecting
flexibility and giggling emotion
before the first cry of disappointment
reborn anxiety, vague exegesis
of coming into the world of pain
fluidity in his movement as he gave me the transfer
sitting comfortably he looked absentmindedly
at one world walking in front of him
giving and collecting
in rhythm with society’s rules
perfectly in tune with the holy mastermind
and the second world behind the driver
the two juveniles arguing
who of them would punch
the old man sitting in front of them
just to add indisputable importance
to their unimportant existence
as the driver gazed them in the mirror
and his mind run to the third world
fixated on his wife who left him a month ago
to float in the tridimensional world
the driver who looked safe behind the two glass partitions
almost as if he existed in the womb of his mother
just before his first cry was heard
just before he committed the sin of coming into being
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