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Converging Traffic in Manila poem
I am a passenger entering Manila.
The complexity of the city's carriageways and lanes is both bewildering and fascinating.
I gaze out, trying to make sense.
Through the web of intricate pathways.
The traffic is fluid; however, I experience it as chaotic.
My driver remains steadfast as vehicles converge and exit.
Intuitively understanding this dynamic system.
Balancing the collective's expectations with our personal needs.
I trust him as he orchestrates our safe path through.
Converging Traffic and Apparition in Manila
I err on the side of detecting threats in ambiguous situations.
Crossroads of the past, present and future
Convergence of Traffic and Apparition
As I sit in traffic, the air in Manila feels thick, with countless engines and people going about their day. I find myself staring out of the windshield, taking in the vibrant scene of city life. Within the chaos, I sought refuge from the uncertain situation.
Suddenly, amidst the honking and the hustle, I notice a figure. It seems almost ghostly, gliding effortlessly above the cars and people. This apparition feels like a manifestation of my anxiety and the rich history of Manila. It's as if the city's past has been woven into my present reality.
The figure appears to float gracefully, transcending into a bright future. It's as if this apparition bridges what was, what is, and what is yet to come. For a fleeting moment, I feel a deep connection to the essence of Manila, as seen through this apparition amidst the city's ever-moving pace.
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