These days I'm confused.
I thought green meant go.
But, I see an exit sign.
I guess it's no longer so.
One can argue, it's still "go"
Yet, where does it lead to?
Safety? Nature? Out?
I only wish I knew.
Then, another thought enters.
Doesn't green mean good?
No, that's too general.
But, I wish it would.
If green meant right,
We would never go astray.
We would all stay on path.
We would obey.
... Is this what I want?
A green utopia of peace?
If everything was perfectly guided,
Wouldn't emotions cease?
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