Your Move

The words of a song creep in to my mind
A song sang by seers in a world of the blind

The words pierce my brain as I try to locate
The chaos that only those words can placate
To say them sounds foolish but my head can soon rest
Once I hear the words "life’s a game of chess”
But if this is truth and our world is a game

Then how can one play if ones all but sane
For where on the board can I stand and be proud
There's no model of a child screaming in a crowd
And how can one win if one knows not the system
Upon my square I shall stay and be forced to just listen

And if one is lucky to learn all the rules
Does that mean ones safe from pawns, king’s and fools?
Why no I shall answer in a voice dead to all
This freedom to move makes it easier to fall
And the way to win this game of mind play

Is of course to destroy all those in your way
A philosophy taken by those aptly skilled
For those blocking your glory are soon to be killed
My move is considered by those who oppose
They will watch ‘til my weakness is brutally exposed

A cruel world to play in, so harsh, so voracious
I crave isolation and I place I call spacious
For this game and this board are for those of one mind
And my head is of thoughts that no other can find
I am not in category to be placed and be played
I will watch others play as from the strain I will fade

Now these words you must wonder
“How can they give her rest?”
But it's those words that soon conjure
My innovation, my best

But abandon the thought that I refuse to play
For although I should like to, this world is one way
You may ask when I play, who takes the prize?
But to answer the question would be my demise
Though a clue I may offer to the one in my way
My last words to you, will be...
Check mate

this is really good too. Chess? Many ppl I meet play life like playing checkers. But life is so much more than a game.