This morning
Every light was
Red
No matter how hard
I stamped my foot
Or how softly
I pressed my toe
The lights
Wouldn't change
My mind crawled
My thoughts raced
But there was no
Flashing of amber
And maybe from this
I should learn
That today
I should give up
On hope
And dig in
Get my nails dirty
Cut my teeth
For tomorrow
The orange might rise
Once more
And in the distance
I suppose
You are never so far
From
Green
Though we all
Feel measured
By the ticking
Of the man made
Clock
The day and night
Know nothing
Of this
For them
With the dawn
Of each new sun
We can
begin
Again