Chess

We look at the world like it’s a complete mess.

When in actuality it’s just like a game of chess.

We move forward, passing people left and right

There are those who want to take us, those who might.

Then there are the protectors who stand near,

They take out our enemies when the path is clear

We are all trying to beat the rest

But making it to the end doesn’t mean you were the best

In the end we are often just part of a pile.

And it took strategy and effort to make it all worth while

 

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