Green - stop
Red - go
We know that’s wrong
From learning
Thinking, believing
We have vast signage
Signals to stop us
To
Yield to others
Blinking permissions
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?