Bribing myself from day one,
Collecting memories one after one,
To live a little bit longer,
To stay in tune for one more night.
“You have to trust the process,” they say,
But I start to fight.
“Why me?” My questions are redundant.
“Then who else?” They reply.
Frolicking through the chessboard
From one corner to another
I forget if I’m a horse or a queen
No time to take a break in between.
But I’m the one who was cancelled long ago
It’s time to leave the white and black board.
“Sayonara” says the life himself
“Oh, that’s it?” Says I with astonishment,
“Mhm! You’ve got what you wanted.”
And now I lie down with ease and just,
Will be forgotten cause I must.
