Before the Green Light
If I could see you before the green light flashes – and life is mad again, I would reclaim the self I cherish, the one my mother dreams of, My friends wish, And you crave. If I could see you before the world ends, All these strangers I meet would congratulate me, Hug me tight and give me kisses, Shake my hand, Tell me how proud they are of me, Then bid farewell with a smile. I can feel every bit of explosion within me, Anger I can no longer suppress, My soul dying, Ungrateful. I must go and collect the ruins, Reassemble the new version of me. But if I could see you before I turn into a machine, I would rediscover myself once more. Tiffany Putri - Mar 27 2024 Boston, Massachusetts