Traffic Light

Traffic Light An empty city street, late at night There’s nothing but a traffic light Turning red to green to yellow to red An endless cycle going on in our heads. There are four directions that you may choose You have no guidance, don’t look for the cues You are on your own now, make a decision Time is running out, you need a position. In life, we are too rushed, like we are at a light. We wait and wait until the time is right Until our once enough time has run out, And we are stuck at the beginning overwhelmed with doubt. But I would rather wait for the perfect turn Than rush into a decision and crash a burn.