Moving forward
One step
At a time
Never moving backwards
So the past
Remains unseen
And forgotten
Simply because
When I look towards
The future
And see what's in front
Of me
All I see
Is the end
Of the game
Hoping that I make it
To the Queen
As other pieces
And players are chosen
Over me
Moving quicker
Or faster
In more intricate motions
Than just
Moving forward
One step
At a time
And one by one
Each piece
Is lured
Conquered
And pushed to the side
By you
I wait patiently
And watch you play
This game
Until its my turn to
Move.
Forward.
Check mate.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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