At
the traffic light
Stop
and wait of a time
Think
how life has gone by
The
whir of the wind
A
short reflection
Chasing
dreams to no end
New
ones come into play
Old
ones sometimes disappear
The
unsmiling faces
Eyes
on the traffic light
Is
that what we have to wait?
A
moment reflection of our lives?
When
traffic turns green
The
moving traffic flowing
Sometimes
a driver
He
doesn't care who's behind him
He
drives slowly
Talking
on his hand-phones
Or
he thinks he owns the road
The
long queue of traffic flowing
Sometimes
we know
A
race may think he owns everything
Change
history if he could find a reason
He
doesn't realize we are one family
Where
will the nation heading?
The
dark shadows of our times?
When
leaders lose sight of their roles
They
are there by the people for the people
The
gate opens
Time
to return home
The
quiet atmosphere
The
garden of green
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