What if
We were all just pawns in a giant game of chess
Slowly moving across the board
Each year we moved one space,
and each death – a player lost to the opposing team.

We trek to other end of the board
To bring back a new pawn.
Maybe we’ll make it back to see our pawn reach the other end
And maybe

We won’t

The latter never stops
Never waits
Merely stikes exactly when they mean to.

poetryi know chess isn't actually played like that but it sounds nicer that waychess