Back and forth we run,
Pieces on this board of fun.
Yet not all can see
The beauty in this fragile futility.

This game, primarily run by fools,
Is devoid of common sense or rules.
And as pieces scatter,
Their impermanence an unspoken manner,
There's naught but mice,
Too afraid to roll the dice.

But here is an uncommon thought,
Just worry not.
Worry not of your impermanence,
Worry not of your ***** footprints,
Worry not of your suppressed shame,
Worry not of your trivial blame,
And think but this,
Why worry at all?

Just sit back and enjoy the game,
Create your own rules,
And worry not of the shame bestowed by fools.