Optimism takes a quick rest, unaware that the timer has started.
Despair creeps up.
A direct blow to the face and the fight breaks out! Optimism is quick to the feet in response.
"love your enemies"
"God is with us"
Scratched, cut and bruised, in a front row seat, I'm soon wounded in their crossfire.
I root for optimism.
Hope shows up late to the scene,
taking a seat next to me.
Misery and hate jeer from across the grass.
The score is tied at the half and nobody knows how this is going to go down.