In the quiet patience of the people of China,
they stand, waiting
for the green man’s signal,
a small pause in the chaos.
Yet even then, eyes dart
watching the beeping symphony of scooters,
honking, darting
their own reckless rhythm,
helmet less, wrapped in fleeting coats of resolve
like a snaking, fearless dragon.
Sometimes, a lone soul,
a daring heartbeat,
steps against the tide,
weaving through the metal dance,
against the flow,
against the multitudes’ silent dare
(like Tiananmen Square).
We follow the lights,
like soldiers in a cautious parade,
but it’s a gamble.
A whisper of life hanging in the balance,
each crossing a silent prayer,
each step a dance with danger.
In this city’s pulse,
patience and risk collide—
a testament to the human spirit,
standing resilient between order and chaos.
