I sit in the early morning darkness
waiting for daybreak
watching the walls reflect the
changing colors of
the traffic light
down the street.
Red light.
Green light.
It’s an old game
and I’m tired of it.
Red light.
Green light.
At any crossroads,
at any given moment,
both are lit at the same time,
but I cannot be on two roads at once.
Red light.
Green light.
I must choose and yellow is the
only mediator between the
stop and go.
Red light.
Green light.
Sitting here
in perpetual pause
at another of life’s intersections,
trying to decide between the two,
tell me, dear friend,
am I a coward or
merely confused?
