Green - stop

Red - go

We know that’s wrong

From learning

Thinking, believing

We have vast signs

Signals to stop us

To 

Yield to others

Blinking permission 

To

Move forward in our assigned time

And way

So

Why am I stuck

Frozen

Brakes locked

In trepidation 

Of the moving forward of me?

If we can arrange the world’s traffic 

Paths

Our road

Ways

So simply with blinking lights and orange

Barrels 

Signaling our assigned courses

Why has no one provided 

Neatly aligned cones

 For knowing

The growing

Older, old, 

The waning

Of 

Me?

 

 

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