Experience Says

There are times when the gold band

On my hand , seems light

And my heavy heart a monotonous comrade

 

There are times when solitude cages me

Amidst a crowd

And a cacophony welcomes serenity

Yes the paradox cannot be understated,

For all beings are ruled by whims

 

All decision

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s a matter of chess move

A fluke or a major blunder

The last phase can only ponder

 

Yet the intricate similarities befuddle me

A chess game or a perceived notion

A pawn the weakest or the robust of all

 

Eight soldiers or eight queens

Just an opportunist

Who takes the lead!