A Chase

I must confess that to impress, my mind when I am stressed,

With work and tailing, and tasks and outlines,

I roll on with chess, hence without protests

Without a doubt, it’s fresh every round

Imports of excess strain is gone with gratitude

Wisps of knights and pawns lesson to pieces on a board

In this idea, the finesse is there with smiles

This poem is about: 
Me

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