Signs = Signals?

Signals
Riding in the bus to work after almost 2 weeks. Reading. Eyes wander to pick out friends at the stops. Look up. Faint smile of acknowledgment. A word here. A word there. Back to book. Another stop. Friend's missed the bus (only literally... figuratively it'd have to be me ha ha ha). Inch forward. Phone vibrates - I've actually forgotten the sound of my cell phone ringing, it's almost always on 'silent' mode. Bus is stopped. Friend gets in. Smile. A few words about this and that. Back to book.

Traffic signal. See a sea of cars. Waiting. Cradling people, looking bored. Tired. Confused. Patience wearing thin. As thin as a muslin see though chemise. And the mind suddenly draws an allegory. To life of course.

Signals. Telling us when to stop. Slow down. Go ahead. Take a U. Green, amber, red. Colourful. Like 'Poppins'. :) But all the time to keep moving. Probably the only sign of sanity in an increasinly anarchic and impatient world. None of the passengers know where they're headed, but they're headed for sure. Roads are magnetic - 'macadam'ia unbridled - 'burn rubber' they seem to say. Or slither and slide and 'feel me up' they say. The sudden 'S' curve ahead is like the curve ball that life throws at you. Only to straighten up a mile down. It could be the longest mile...but then hey, it's a road. It meanders. Curves. Leads. Ours is not to question why, ours is to follow and ultimately die. Like them, love them, hate them. Ignore them? You have another 'road' coming. Watch out!

Roads - the compass of life. Only difference being - it doesn't always point 'N'... it leaves the choice up to you. Generous to a 'T' (junction). Steering one to a destination. So what if the destination is 'nowhere'. It's still somewhere. (And all the time you thought that you were the driver? Aah! man and his illusions.)

Roads and signals - two sides of a coin called 'signs'. Of the flow and ebb of life.

Signs
Forwarded mail. First line reads, 'If you love the person, tell him/her'. Illustrates by way of a mushy story the importance of letting someone know how you feel.

Home. 7.50 pm. Turn on the TV. Julia Roberts' radiant face framed by wild red curls lights up the screen. Rupert Everett tells her, 'if you love him tell him'. I'm left pondering. Is this a sign?
Is it a green signal that I need to heed? But then again, in the same movie, Julia Roberts' is heard screaming , 'It's not working. The truth...'...yes! if truth be told, truth doesn't always beget the desired result. But then...

But am afraid of the glistening, beckoning, greasy, slick, snaking road. But the signal says green....

So is signal= signs= 'heed heed heed'?

I need another sign.