Counting Down

The signal blinks, red hand raised,

each digit winks, a countdown phased.

Cars zoom past, tires whispering speed,

my heart races, a desperate need.

Three, two, one, the light will shift,

a moment caught, like a thief’s swift lift.

Am I waiting for a chance to go,

or for the fear that holds me so?

With every second, life stretches thin,

and I wonder if I dare to begin.

Yet here I stand, watching it all,

waiting for the signal, afraid to fall.