Games
We are on a game board You move your piece.. Yet I do not move mine I see it move, I feel the push of gravity moving my piece from one square to another Yet I am not the mover I have not touched my piece I merely watch as the game unfolds before me A watcher A passerby to my own fate I am on my side of the board Yet your control passes over your side and onto mine A game meant to be played fair has been manipulated In your eyes I am not an equal I am not a playmate I am a pawn in your twisted game