Into the thousands <br />he flows and blends, <br />squeezes in a quick breakfast, <br />gets into his workshop <br />to keep the life safely comfortable, <br />he is in between the vehicles and smoke <br />till the dusk, <br />he loses himself slowly <br />in the bathroom, <br />he searches for his self <br />in the mirror.<br /><br />p a noushad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loss-79/
