To watch a car speeding up
Is a truly amazing site,
Going faster and faster,
When rushing towards a red light!
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I’ve seen it in the city.
I’ve seen it day and night.
A car moving ever faster,
Towards a bright, red light.
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Now it’s bad enough to rush at all,
To miss out on the world around.
To hurry past what this world offers,
With all the wonders that abound.
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Such folk who tend to be hasty,
Those who rush through their span,
Never hear the rustle of leaves,
Or wonder at the moon when they can.
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No time to stop and look around.
No time to enjoy the hours.
No time to feel a gentle breeze.
No time to smell the flowers.
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But to miss all this while on the run;
While squandering their appointed lot,
Is only part of what really takes place,
As they race to who knows what.
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Is all this some kind of analogy,
About not heeding the warning chime?
About heading into uncertainty;
Wrong turnings, corruption and crime?
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Is it drawing a very long bow
To see this reflection of life?
To see this speeding car
Representing some future strife?
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The red signs that life gives a soul
Are put there to keep us from harm.
But what if they don’t see the light?
What if they don’t hear the alarm?
Can they not see what’s coming?
Can they not look ahead?
Don’t they see the looming sign?
Don’t they know that it’s red!