My Words, Your Words

Let me tell you a story
About a boy and a girl
Perhaps they believe in this formless thing
It's something that everyone's desire

The boy believed that
The spark and the light of it
Transcends any border and time

The girl believed that
The bonds and the time spent on it
Mesmerizes any wall and shadow

When the light turns red
What are you going to do?
When the light turns green
Shall we continue and move on?

To the endlessly growing future
The endlessly growing future
Where thoughts and dreams are intertwined

If you don't like the story
Maybe you will like the ending
If you don't like the ending
The choice is in your hands

Is it matter for you?
Either to walk on or move on