Delusional

You make your move

or so you think.

Chessboard underneath your feet

was never eerie for you.

White pawn against the black pawn

is what you’re taught.

However, this opposition is rather your mind,

Can’t you see?

 

You’re so delusional

in your white clothes,

hunting that black king.

Congrats! The king is dead

and black in you has beaten you.

 

Rooks, knights, and bishops

are all around,

keeping your attention on the game.

The show goes on.

Fix. You need your fix,

can’t face the truth,

waiting for perfect someone:

defender, savior, white king.

  

You’re so delusional

in your white clothes,

chasing that white king.

Congrats! The king is yours

but you’re the one to save him.

 

Aren’t you tired of being tossed around

by invisible hand?

Who is your master?

The checkmate had been declared

before it all began…

Before it even all began.

 

Delusional, delusional…

In your white clothes, in your white clothes…

Delusional, delusional…

In your white clothes, in your white clothes…