Can’t go forward. Can’t go back.
A life in limbo. Too much to pack
away in her head under lock and key
to examine sometime, when it’s clearer to see
the enlightened path that takes her home
where the flowers grow and happiness is sown.
But she’s stuck on red in a queue for her life
waiting things out for the end of the strife.
Sometime soon the light will turn green.
all stations go. No longer a dream
of a life best lived but a reality daily
of laughter and light, a new adventure celebrated gaily.
Out of the shadows, escaped from a past holding her back
Into the brightness of goodness, of love, no longer a lack.
Flowers and candles, Music and freedom, to go
And to come where she likes. The green light tells her so.
Her thirst will be quenched.
It’s the end of her hunger.
Stuck on Red
But not for much longer
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