so many times I've treated men
as a green light.
Passing them over
without as much of a nod
Too submerged
in my own music
and simply
enjoying
the wind
from my unrolled
windows
feeling
the goodness
of the ride
I have
no intention of stopping.
Others I have
seen as
a passing yellow.
I slow
take notice
but ultimately
make it through.
My journey
can't be interrupted
by annoying yellows.
And then there is red.
My Red.
stopped me.
my destination
lost importance
the allure of the deep
passionate
alluring
demanding
Red.
The wind stopped.
I didn't mind.
The song ended.
I hadn't noticed.
An Interruption
of everything else I knew.
Showed me
How much I had missed.
Where does the red go?
when it too soon turns to green again.
I wanted to wait there.
curse the other colors until I found the red.
but so many others behind me
pushing me on my way.
I relented.
I regret it.
next time there is a red.
Ill run it.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
so many times I've treated men
as a green light.
Passing them over
without as much of a nod
Too submerged
in my own music
and simply
enjoying
the wind
from my unrolled
windows
feeling
the goodness
of the ride
I have
no intention of stopping.
Others I have
seen as
a passing yellow.
I slow
take notice
but ultimately
make it through.
My journey
can't be interrupted
by annoying yellows.
And then there is red.
My Red.
stopped me.
my destination
lost importance
the allure of the deep
passionate
alluring
demanding
Red.
The wind stopped.
I didn't mind.
The song ended.
I hadn't noticed.
An Interruption
of everything else I knew.
Showed me
How much I had missed.
Where does the red go?
when it too soon turns to green again.
I wanted to wait there.
curse the other colors until I found the red.
but so many others behind me
pushing me on my way.
I relented.
I regret it.
next time there is a red.
Ill run it.
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