Chess
There is a game we play.
Black and white, as they are.
64 is just a number,
as are cats' nine lives or our one heart.
You are a pawn
if you are first.
Reason out your sacrifice, within.
When someone crosses,
die hard.
Relations are straight.
Go, meet and stay.
When needed we know
You and I become animal, diagonal.
Eat up and carry the leftover.
Escapists wait for two and a half.
When no one is looking,
they jump, at night.
They prey.
You and I are pawns.
Like emotions and trees
we never go back.
I die when he kills.
Or else squares make me a vegetable.
Money is like a rook,
Traverses here to end,
Scaled to be one-dimensional it is.
Then Life castles.
We trade humans for emotions.
Love migrates,
We call it a defense.
Beyond all these,
time excuses itself as we blindly
fit ourselves to those 64 squares.
Win, lose, mutual, checkmate!
Why do we always have a story to tell?
SoUmY@
Black and white, as they are.
64 is just a number,
as are cats' nine lives or our one heart.
You are a pawn
if you are first.
Reason out your sacrifice, within.
When someone crosses,
die hard.
Relations are straight.
Go, meet and stay.
When needed we know
You and I become animal, diagonal.
Eat up and carry the leftover.
Escapists wait for two and a half.
When no one is looking,
they jump, at night.
They prey.
You and I are pawns.
Like emotions and trees
we never go back.
I die when he kills.
Or else squares make me a vegetable.
Money is like a rook,
Traverses here to end,
Scaled to be one-dimensional it is.
Then Life castles.
We trade humans for emotions.
Love migrates,
We call it a defense.
Beyond all these,
time excuses itself as we blindly
fit ourselves to those 64 squares.
Win, lose, mutual, checkmate!
Why do we always have a story to tell?
SoUmY@
Comments
The vulnerability of the pawn hurts. As does one who takes that first step forward, right?
I actually found myself smiling at the thought of those Knights, jumping those two and a half paces. Escapists. I wonder, though, or do they become those who forsee? I wonder.
"Win, lose, mutual, checkmate!
Why do we always have a story to tell?"
That is the utter simplicity of this tale. And that is why chess is a game that required gumption! Because life is hard enough as it is!!!
Need I say? Brilliant, again!