To My Beloved Scramble Crossing
It all began last summer. My mother called me while I was at work with news that Queen’s is getting a scramble crossing. For the first time in a long time I felt something. Anything. Oh, it has been so long since I’ve felt anything. My heart’s been aching but I’m too shy to say it. My mother is always trying to find the perfect scramble crossing, but I’ve been so busy with school that I usually brush it aside.
I just want to tell you how I’m feeling
I’ve got to make you understand
I remember clearly the moment I crossed you. There was a baby blue Toyota Prius stopped on Union and a red Chevrolet Cruze stopped on University. Students were everywhere, crossing the road linearly and diagonally. I wanted to cross you diagonally. Oh, how badly I wanted it. But I was headed straight and I wanted my first diagonal cross to be real. I didn’t want to cheapen the experience with something impure.
You know the rules and so do I.
We know the game and we’re going to play it.
And if you ask me how I’m feeling
Don’t tell me that you’re too blind to see
I don’t want to walk all over you like you’re some sort of doormat. No, you’re worth more than that, you’re a scramble crossing goddammit. Every time you light up you make everyone smile. My safe haven is inside you. You’re the scramble crossing of my dreams, and a mere 24 seconds with you has me begging for more. The moment I set my eyes on you I knew that one day our paths would align and we could be together the way it’s supposed to be. ‘Cause
I will never give you up.
I’ll never let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie, and hurt you
You’ve just been RickRolled.