The game I played everyday

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 my father was not a King

my mother was not a Queen
I do not come from royalty

my uncle was not a bishop
my aunt was not a nun
hence religion is absent

dreams of being a knight
in shining armor
shroud my thinking but alas

am I a pawn of life
told what to do
and where to go

bouncing from side to side
encased in a pin ball machine
careening towards what

unable to control my destiny
others wants greater than
my needs

each day I awake
challenging the status quo
ready to take on obstacles

Nay I am a Rook
starting out in a corner
but winning at the end of the game

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