One point eight (again)

It feels like standing in a crossroads

Redlight turns into green

Many cars start rushing

But i still there,

Wait till the camion crashes into me

Or an old-blind-man help me crossing

Couldn’t settle anymore, 

But i cant let people down, no more.

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