You must go when you see the green light,
It means, you must move forward to the fight,
It means, you must continue for the world won't stop,
It means, you must strive to get on top.
Yellow means that you have to wait,
You must not be early, must not be late,
The timing must be right so no pain will be felt,
Or you will end up burning like a candle and melt.
Red means you must stop and stay still,
Even if the pain, deep inside, will kill,
The ray of hope deep within your heart,
Accept that someday, you will be apart.
Yellow returns and you must wait once more,
But this time, be ready, from skin down to the core,
Make sure you don't leave anything behind,
Cut everything away, don't let any promise bind.
The green returns for its final cycle,
Step on the gas, and ride the motorcycle,
Speed through the tears, speed through the pain,
And hope that you will finally break the chain.
Until you reach another point of those three colors,
And feel those familiar feeling in full horrors,
Until you get used to how you've always been,
Numb, but used to the red, yellow, and green.
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Poems From Icewrack
PoetryWith a frozen breath escaping my mouth, And burning desires coming from the south, Behold are poet lines written in rhymes, Which will send you far to the northern crimes. It will show you love, like it's never burned, It will freeze your heart, 'ti...
