Our Valued Lawn
You only really win, having lost.
On the front lawn, all is identical until you notice it.
Every other blade you see its 50 shades greener than your own.
Those shades depend on light. Those blades gleam off light refracted.
Who has the light?
Every day you look, you stare, you glare
with a drink, with a book, with a chair, with a care.
Your care, carelessly, misplaced like the stare on your face into MY money green dream lawn.
I would come out for a greet, if not worried for my feet.
See my lawn, has its blades I will forever pay them to cut deep.
Bleed me dry, Ha! Not I. Observe your graze, I will. Safe from my windowpane with breaks between emails, pains to my eyes attempting focus, are you one of those black sheep they speak of?
We sheep, we jump over the moon in line with the American dream in mind... simple
I cannot afford to leave this place as much as you cannot afford to pay actual attention.
I will pay immensely for winning against you, despite how factual.
I will lose or you will win, it is simple.
Feel my gaze, DO NOT GRAZE UPON MY LAWN! DO NOT COME TO GREET ME!
I look and I look away. Hmm, fine chap another day.
Faintly I hear, "Day in and day out my dear, when will you learn? they will not come out I fear"
Thoughts scream, "WHITE SHEEP I WILL BLEED FOR YOU, WAIT!"
Time to feel, time less spent on a few more typed characters.
POOF! all vanishes..
Ego is bored
Another set of grass much greener, cannot win without losing.
All these rules and riddles, we lost focus.
WHO. Has. The. Light?