Our games
And it makes life, that's playing chess.
All our friends, they are delusions,
The sun in the sky looks like a mistress.
My games are very comprehensive,
Some things are always very smart.
But sometimes I am not so friendly,
Why can't I have a wonderful chat?
What waits us in life? Access or madness?
We aren't quietly silent, gladly.
All our games are always black dress,
And we live without friendship - madly!
5.10.2026
Thanks for Inspiration, Januarius!
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