Sometimes I stand
In the middle of the road
And see a car coming
But I don't get out of the way

It's not because
I want to die,
It's because I can't decide
Which way to run-
Left
Or right

I worry that someday
This thing which appears
To her like hesitancy
And to her like dedication
Will leave me crushed
Beneath four tires
A ******
And unrecognizable
Mess of road-****

Sometimes I stand
In the middle of the road
And see a car coming
But I don't get out of the way

It's not because
I want to die,
It's because I can't decide
Which way to run-
Left
Or right

I worry that someday
This thing which appears
To her like hesitancy
And to her like dedication
Will leave me crushed
Beneath four tires
A ******
And unrecognizable
Mess of road-****

I just wish somebody
Would push me
Out of the way but
It doesn't work like that
And so I now have to decide
Left...
Or right?