Give me a
yellow light
not knowing if I will make
it.
Yield?
Or subside to lying behind the thin white line?
Find me skidding through
the intersection,
just in the nick of time.
I like boys
like yellow lights.
Show me when caution is necessary.
Green
too open,
I recklessly tear through the intersection.
Red
condemns,
holding me up for way too long.
So give me a yellow light
and I promise I'll happily take that chance.
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 2:44 AM UTC
Give me a
yellow light
not knowing if I will make
it.
Yield?
Or subside to lying behind the thin white line?
Find me skidding through
the intersection,
just in the nick of time.
I like boys
like yellow lights.
Show me when caution is necessary.
Green
too open,
I recklessly tear through the intersection.
Red
condemns,
holding me up for way too long.
So give me a yellow light
and I promise I'll happily take that chance.
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