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.
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
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.