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.