I've carved the chess of my time,
Guess they are not worth a dime.
Pawns are hours and weeks are
Those natty rooks.
Board is a boundless plain
Measuring thrice is insane:
Pieces do step unguided
When overlooked.
Chorus:
Millions of bright shades -
No black-and-white squares.
Rival's image fades,
Haven't seen him for years!
* * *
The wider figures are spread,
The less feeling vain and regret.
Going straight or just straying -
It's all the same.
I knew a man who had fun
Betting his yesterdays on
Chance of reckless tomorrows -
A gambit's lame.
* * *
Some trust they've fate to affect,
Declare total freedom to act...
But each's unique field to play on,
They miss that fact.
Chorus:
Millions of bright shades -
No black-and-white squares.
Rival's image fades,
Haven't seen him for years!
15.03.2013
Chess Made of Time
© Copyright: Станислав Луламун, 2013
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