Motorcyclists Happiness Wont Fit Into His Suit

A young motorcyclist rides and rides in circles on his motorcycle The more he rides the more beautiful he gets Is his beauty his or does his beauty belongs to the others Is he playing the game of the world or is the world playing his game Where does he ends and the world begins Is he inside of himself or is he outside of himself And is there such a thing as being inside or outside when you are THIS beautiful