Crossroad Poem by ER Fed

The moon is beautiful, isn't it?
Let's wait for the red light bit!
'Oh please, don't let our eyes meet! '
'Is this the night to begin with...'

'Oh, indeed, stand on your feet! '
And get a grip with these wild teeth...
I feel tense outside of sweet!
The atmosphere starts to split!

Relax, your mind must have seat...
Wrong move will go to a pit..
Actions will began to eat
Our story will no longer 'neat'.

So just take a long breathe
Sip, and Man, stand on your feet
Relax, your mind must have seat
'The moon is lovely, isn't it? '