Lights of Shibuya

I’m never going to make this light, it’s already blinking

Does this lady have to move so slowly? Do I have to be polite?

Can’t I just j-walk?

-It’s the middle of the night.

These people look at me looking at them. I can’t escape my thoughts.

It’s close to midnight now and still people are out here. I just want to go home.

My feet hurt, I have a headache, this lady is still taking her time. Shouldn’t she be in bed?

I’m hurt. I’m projecting.

I don’t know what I’m saying. It’s just the lights shining on me.It’s no ones fault.

It’s not the light’s fault.

It’s mine.

The lights flash so many colors. Each telling their own tale.

Red, blue, yellow. Something to share.

One day I’ll share too - until then I’ll just try to get home.