Music in my head, rhythm in my heart.
My gaze is fixed on you, followed by a wide grin.
Green light turns red, but it's neglected.

Spite in my head, stubbornness in my heart.
Confident steps, legs refusing to stop.
"There's still time, I can cross it."

Anxiety in my head, hesitation in my heart.
Bus driver honks loudly, but I don't feel him hitting the breaks.
For a second, intention of retracing steps was firm.

Bloodshed in my head, Horror in my heart.
Second... A second would have been enough.
I'm sorry you had to withness this, but...
I'm fine.
I'm alive.