The traffic

Can you stab
Once more
I waited
Yet surrounded
Driving in standstill
Red light, green light
No, yellow is not a color I like.


One step

As she walks
Through valleys of thoughts
Lets the neon lights guide her way
Knowing the sky’s the limit
She’s sure to win this
No matter what they happen to say
Streets turn to blocks
As she continues to walk
Her feet have forgotten the ache
Determination inside
Power of her mind
She arrives in collected state.