Do you not see, my friend,
That you and I are but pawns
On this boardgame of the gods,
Sparring with mirror images,
Rather than reflecting on shadows?
When the game is over
We will cuddle snugly together
In that warm dark box
Forgetting sides, battles and bruises.
That you and I are but pawns
On this boardgame of the gods,
Sparring with mirror images,
Rather than reflecting on shadows?
When the game is over
We will cuddle snugly together
In that warm dark box
Forgetting sides, battles and bruises.