The battle of the lines

It is the dreaded cross walk
Painted white as chalk
To get to the other side
Where something else shall reside

In the middle of the road
Move quickly, no time to be a toad
There is no traffic light
Most of the time it is a drivers delight

Must pay attention
To the speeding vehicle convention
Cross when you see a break
A much safer time to cross, as your life may be at stake

Could be night time
Traveling done sometimes at it's prime
For people who walk and drive
The holiday season makes every place jump alive

To cross is like a Olympic sport
With no reporter to report
All of this action, another minor distraction
People coming and going, only a picture can caption