For Your Amusement

Chess is a fairly simple game, Often played by the tame, White and Black the pieces are, Easy as can be. Forward, backward, Left and Right, None shall win Without a fight. But life is not a game of wits, For those who play can’t call it quits. We separate to start the feat, As if we each picked our own beat. I drum without a care or worry, The lines they drew, I now make blurry. For those who may call me weak, Don’t see the beauty in the meek. What then, you ask, is my true aim? I seek hope to light the flame. In this melting pot of slurry, Let’s the hatchet finally bury.