Yellow light

I need to get out of this place. I start the ignition.
The engines running, what if the brakes are broken?
What if I can’t stop?
I might just keep on going.
There’s no way I can know what will happen.
I have to go despite a high risk of crashing.

Red, green, yellow you can go now quite slow.
If you don’t stop, look and listen there could be something you’re missing.
Should I even be in this race? Should I aim for first place?
Who’s the referee? I know for sure it isn’t me.

I’m in control for once in my life and I don’t care if that’s wrong or right,
It still feels much better.
Let me be, I might just win.
I can handle anything, I’m not sharing the prize.
Tell me this is not a race and look me in the eyes.
This time I’m the referee and I’m glad that it’s me.