WHAT PIECE ARE YOU?
Life feels like a giant chess game
you wake up already in motion
making choices you didn’t plan
on a board you didn’t build.
What kind of piece are you, are you the King
central, important, yet unsure
needing protection
and fearing the next move?
Or the Queen
bold, limitless, always thinking
but tired of carrying too much
without showing the weight?
Maybe you're the Pawn
quiet, underestimated
but dreaming of becoming more
moving forward no matter what.
Or maybe, just maybe
you’re not any piece at all
but the player behind the silence
trying to find your way through the noise.
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