They always thought that it was my last choice I want to tell them no, but it seems like I don't have a voice They told me that I'll grow up not having one That I'll get my dream job, finish my studies, read all the novels and still in the line.
It's not my intention to give them motive But they said that I'm always busy about my priority What they don't know is I am searching too Looking for someone that will love me like what others do.
I also wanted to be wanted Sometimes I have this feeling of being haunted I aw always dreaming for someone who can hold me I am always praying for a fairy tale.
In my daydream I am always longing for a Prince Charming No matter how busy I am in my priorities, I'm still looking forward in the time when the GREEN LIGHT STOPS The time that I can GO.
Usually in the traffic light, GREEN LIGHT is the sign for GO. And this poem is about waiting for that moment, PATIENTLY WAITING WHEN THE GREEN LIGHT STOPS, the moment WHEN I CAN GO.