One board, two players, Countless available moves- A single victor.
Didn’t go as planned. Fury and chaos ensue- Nation divided.
Tied up in process, Court proceedings imminent- Who’s it gonna’ be?
Two sides are sparring, Without their swords of logic. Mindless, childish fight.
History repeats. “The Course of Human Events…” Pluto returning.
Song birds in chorus, The rooster crows “Good Morning!” Sun kisses my eyes.
Done grinding my gears. No more revving the engine. Slide into neutral.
Force fast approaching, I lean in and turn sideways- It rolls off my back.
The muse of muses, God of poems & music- Artist, healer, sage.
All lanes will open When YOU move out of your way- Red lights all turn green.