Sitting at a stop light
"Turn green!"
You yell and curse.
Your brow is furrowed- lips pursed.

But 18 years ago today
12 people passed away.
4 of them would have come of age
But there were no stop lights that day.

SMASH! CRUNCH!
The cars were obliterated
No light to keep them safe, yet still hated
Now we've ended up so jaded.

What happened to the value of life?
Our will to strive?
Will you just throw it away like everyone else or cut it with hate- an ice-cold knife?

I think it's time we re-think time.
Life is weird. It won't always rhyme.
But don't just plow through life
Rushing through lights
Days asleep and working nights
Always getting into fights.

Where's the happiness in that?
You're not living. You're just barely alive.