Night Lights

When we travel,
There are white lights,
Orange lights,
And red lights.

The white lights race ahead,
as they are just beginning their journey.
These lights have yet to reach their destination,
They have yet to know it.

The orange lights change their minds.
Perhaps there was an idea,
But then it wasn't good enough,
Or it was doomed from the start.

The red lights are leaving.
They slowly file back to where they originated.
Perhaps by chance or by choice,
But never both.

I am a red light.
I will forever be leaving;
Forever going.
I will always be moving on,
Perhaps moving backwards,
But always with the greatest intentions.
I will always be a red light.