"STOP TO SEE"
(Stoplight)

In wait, in a mid cold, ignoring the memories
and those tales of old. The stoplight my only
source of sight, the green, red and yellow
signs of my life.

Stop to see, the light chages on me again,
I hurry to make up for the lost and the time
I was left behind.

In wait, an appointment foretold, a table
and a chair, a cup of coffee that could make
our conversation pleasent and fair, interrupted
only by the stoplight and it's sudden flare.

Stop to see, the weather changes on me again,
so I hurry to make up for those lost souls we
left behind.