The way

There has always been a way,
To get past the area gray,
To win, to get to the end.
At first it was just play,
Then there came that day,
When it no longer was pretend.
Then I proceeded to stay,
I thought it was okay,
but I found it was the end.
I found it was a sham of clay,
that there was no other way,
that we could transcend.
Then there was no more play,
there was much silence that day,
and there was no foul play,
the day I backed away.
I left it all away,
There was no reason for me to stay,
Nothing left to amend.