It's like my life is stuck in slow motion.
An iceberg floating in the ocean.
With no real sense of direction.
Cruisin' by without detection.
Without purpose.
A taxi is just a car when it's not in service.
Worthless...
Depending on how you view it.
Living is a privilege, depending on how you do it.
So what's it mean?
Being that my life is in yellow while the rest of the world seems to be in green?
Green as in go.
Yellow as in slow.
Eventually we all hit red though.
And everything comes to halt.
Suddenly life flashes before your eyes.
Memories storm our minds.
Then we think back, about those who we have left behind.
And vice-versa.
But its too late for any reconciliation.
Now death is the sole recipient for any form of anticipation.
So we are left to question..
Where is my next destination?
A paradise in the sky, or an eternity of damnation?
That's assuming there is life after death.
Honestly, I don't know if there is.
I don't know if I want to know.
What I know is that there is a red light down the road.
But then again..
I don't need a light to tell me when to stop, slow, or go.