The mirror speaks a million words,
As he couldn’t keep his eyes off it,
Funny was when I caught him off guard,
As some live in a utopia world.
As I lifted my head to see the road,
Saw those pair of eyes again,
Uncomfortable was the feeling,
But I kept mum to discourage him.
My mind was blank and dark,
For I could think nothing,
Waiting for my destination,
As a kid would wait for the class bell.
Then I gave a second thought,
Maybe a harmless look of admiration,
That wouldn’t harm much if ignored,
As it indeed boast my ego.