AMBER LIGHT

Amber Light
PM 1310042

The light has switched from red to green

to yellow a number of times but I

am unable to move forward when it

goes green and by the time I manage to

coax it forward just a little the light has

switched back to red.

I am in trouble, all signs point to

just go through the red light and hope

for the best,

face the consequences when you get there,

and if nobody sees you, you will be safe until

the next set of lights,

it never crosses your mind to take the car in

and get it fixed,

solve the problem before you get to the light

and then they will all turn green in unison

and you can sail right through

unimpeded.

Why do I wallow in such stubbornness 

when I could easily soar above the land

and watch it as it blends everything up

into the turmoil that is life.

I feel it deep inside me, scraping the insides

and absorbing the refuse

instead of rejecting it.

How can I soar above such an ugly plain

and why does the fog always choose to

roll in just as I am preparing to lift

the front wheels off the tarmac.

Somebody left the side doors open and

now all the refuse of the world is pouring

in, unchecked,

and I can't keep up with it all.

I don't even want to, and as I watch it

flow by I realize that sooner or later it will

clear itself up and run opaque again,

I can't keep adding to it forever,

so if I stop it had to rejuvenate on its'

own, I am not in control, I never will

be so as I lay next to it I can only

pray that goodness will one day come through

and the stream will run free and clean.

Talk about biting off more than I could

ever chew, a small weight lifts off my

insides and reminds me again that I was

once a child,

but on that thought the darkness sets in and

the child I never knew is dead,

he never had a chance,

born without a bullet-proof vest

I took way too many shots to the head.

MCC