RED LIGHT

Here I am again
Staring at the red light listening to the din
The engines and the stereos rumble next to me
Screaming like the soul of the city streets

Here I go my friend
Across the town to work and back again
And stopping at the red light every block or two
Just trying to make my way back home to you

I see the hollow faces
miss the beauty of the dawn
So many people wondering
where their lives have gone
Staring at the red light

Here I am again
Scribbling thoughts
until the summer sunlight ends
and moving toward the moment
when I will finally see
the world that I've created in me
Staring at the red light

© Michael Frazier, September 20, 1999