Traffic Light

Traffic Light

If I were to court a boy, I would be like the traffic light. I am color yellow, whispering take everything slowly but surely. I am color green, saying go when everything is going strong. I am color red, shouting stop when everything goes wrong.

I see color yellow. I let myself stay firm to wait. I just keep waiting for my turn. I am in the middle. I stay neutral. I shall not go fast, but shall fire up and set. If I remain sluggish and dawdling, I will be left out. If I go too quickly, I may miss what I should have seen and felt along the way. My mood will be just right to express what is inside me and perfect to do what I should, before it is too late. I plan what to do and not to do to get a positive result. I am cautious with executing my plans. I wait and wait for a sign. I take a pause.

I see color green. I am always on the go. I am ready to make decisions and to push on any situation. When I think, I do not block anything. Just like the traffic, I go with the flow. I overtake the negatives. I boost with the positive. I let my thoughts run and bang on my head. I let them wander in the busy street. As long as there are roads leading me to where I shall go, I continue. As long as I am driving on the right path, I have the will to continue. No matter how bumpy the ride is, I am encouraged to push through. I exert effort to reach my destination. I am consistent for my goal. I do not stop. I do not wait. I just go.

I see color red. Sometimes, I cannot endure to move, so I let myself come to a stop and take a rest. From great acceleration, I cease moving and decelerate. I wonder how I can escape, when I am stuck with the red light and I have nowhere to go. I cannot breathe in the middle of the heavy traffic. I may be out of space and time. I look for ways to get away from this light but there is no other way. I get tired and eventually stop making motion. I cease. I end.

I am color red, yellow and green. I stop, wait, and then go. I