happen when I roam around
the streets with nothing
but the voice inside my head
to accompany me,
in hopes that I could ward off
this sense of foreboding
that's washing over me.
I stood there,
on the corner of the street,
my eyes glued to the blinking lights
over the pedestrian lane,
as I wait for the passing cars
to thin out.
Then strangely I thought,
standing in this sidewalk
somehow feels like falling in love.
You're just there,
standing and waiting
for the right moment
to safely cross the street
and once you do, you end up hoping
that the one behind the wheel will
acknowledge the blinking lights above you
and they'll slow down
or hit the brakes on time.
For if they will not,
they could either narrowly miss you
or, they could run you down.
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