Stop when the light tells you go,
just in case, you never know
who will go.
Go when all signals say stop.
forget the law; it’s for those
who won’t go.
Here I am stuck in the middle,
neither red nor go, is it time
time to go?
This turnabout, turnaround
cosmos, red is go, go is stop
go or not?
Start to go, start to stop and look,
try to read the signals changing
     green to red.
Feel the momentum pull you on
flowing us into the mischance
         blaze to red.
Everything shatter, split away,
signal mistaken, misguided
               stuck on red?
Wither out as glass liquefies
molten blood, life flowing away
                        red gone out?

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