we sit here, dazed—
fingers hovering over the pieces
waiting for a move that never came

children don't wait—
they risk their queens, their knights
knowing the thrill is in the play

time is slowly taken away—
yet our eyes locked in on the board
as if something would change

my clock never hoped to stop
nor did my pieces wish to stand still

not even kids play this waiting game
so why am i still here?