They change unexpectedly in second
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.
Rules are artificial things. But often they are the bastion between order and chaos. We obey for our own benefit.
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Coffee…?π§
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Check it out π
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“Which runs out,eventually” – so true !
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Thanks vidur’sπ
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I always love your poetry
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Thanks Michael’s π
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Love this and the metaphors
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Thank youπ
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You’re welcome!
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