We turn away from train station
Commuters now we are pedestrians
Looking up at the walk light
waiting for it turn green
Turning to one another impatiently
A million moments have come to this
The zebra is flat there across to other side
There is no mercy
You check your watch
Traffic still needs to pass by
The light is delayed
So you stand there on leg to the other
Shifting weight like you want to pee
Green light urges you forward imbalance
I Follow your steps as each bar of the piano plays
hearing your doubts pop
You made it to the other side
The red figure inside the light
Is blinking
It is bleeding, it is bleeding
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