Red light. Please just this time;

my life’s running late, I don’t need that stop sign.

They are all going ahead of me, I’m tired of delays

I think it’s unfair; I’ll just do it my way.

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A collision. Why this time?

I was always cautious except for that moment,

Crippled in fears, regrets had me in misery

A saga turned into a pitiful story

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From disheartening events were lessons learned;

a period of postponement was a stage of preparation.

With confidence I wait and believe;

through the daily grind, You are always with me.

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