beating the red light

two-hundred kilometers per hour.
your foot on the gas gear.
we are approaching the intersection now.
you are much faster...
i can see the yellow signal now.
i see you like a mirage fading.
will i cross it or not?
will i make it before the red light?
i step on the breaks
and made it to a full stop.
i cannot catch up with your pace...
you are always fleeting.