Chess is like life.
or is it that the reverse is true?
Even as I sit here,
Sipping my coffee and smoking
(not enough sugar, too much milk).
So many ways to begin
and the room is filled with a cloud.
What is this music I hear?
Seems like the evening is full of questions.
But without the answers, all that remains
are the possibilities of what is to come.
Which song do I play next?
Did I really enjoy that movie?
Where is she and why can't I find her?
How the hell did I just lose my rook?!
I push another pawn...
And take another dead-end job...
Slowly the smoke clears and the music fades.
I dreamt of her again last night,
and yet I cannot rememeber her name or face.
The only real thing......fuck! Check-mate.
I just lost.
