GREEN LIGHT.

Street lights are dim
Life’s lacking of whims
Almost pitch dark
Road’s painted with grim

Never have I feared heights
As I never was there
To hold your arms tight
To dive down anywhere

The cars they run fast
And I travel as last
The green light is on
But I think I’ll just pass.

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