Anyway, this is the reason of my poem Red Lights.
In front of a red light – for the thousandth time –
I’m sensing that life is a chain of waitings.
Waiting to grow up, waiting to graduate, waiting for a good job
Waiting for her, waiting to retire, waiting for god.
I’m permanently waiting in a loop of waitings until I don’t remember
What am I waiting for.
Always waiting for something or someone
I ignore stars, overlook smiles and devour time dreaming of rainbows.
Living in virtual stupor I suppose I’m waiting to die
And then the light turns green…