We are but pieces in a cosmic game,
A glimmer of light, a fleeting name.
Pawn or king we are all as one,
A simple piece in battles won.

As the players make their moves,
We move in our studied grooves.
As pieces slowly leave the board,
We attend to the once ignored.

As the game wanders towards its end,
and solid plans begin to bend,
We move in ways unexpected,
for new tactics being injected.

And then at last, the game complete,
We sit and rest our weary feet.
The shadowed hands now move away,
And so begins the real play.