Such a green never seen
between straight white lines
of either life or death,
thus coming and going
never seemed so one
so uniquely entwined
and promptly sublime
the simple act of moving
the dire rarity of being
still tie mirror images
in a knot of misgiving.

Greener the other side
beckons almost mockingly
every reason to exist
every plan and gist
that keep you fighting;
and yet wider grow scars
deeper sink trenches
all too soon the shadows
creep up to dryly claim
every drop of your own soul
that has fallen in vain.

As green turns to yellow,
experience born from desperation,
bellow the spectators and wave
for more, for a winner to score
and then a loser to gore
and be left motionless
in a bottomless grave
of candid defeat.