The light deciding how early or late
You will reach your destinations.
They thought us to stop at red,
What if I didn’t ? Will I die ?
I sit here counthing the seconds
Like a countdown to zero , for The light to change to green and I resume my journey.
Tick-tock , tick-tock, tick-rock
And it clicks zero, and the light turn green .
The guy next to me throttles to meet his end.
Red and green it’s just color,
Nothing to keeps you safe ,expect time.
Which runs out,eventually.