Pawn

am i but a pawn
in some grand chess game
a lowly piece
moved with impunity
constrained to move
in preordained patterns
but i am imbued
with hope for greatness
shall i be the one
the chryssalis
moth to butterfly
or am i just a tool
a sacrifice for greater good
i do not exist for myself
to be consigned to the side
used and dispensable
consorting with other failures
in the grand game of life
but yet i can be the one
with each step i come closer
i can be whatever i want
just one more step
and maybe just another one

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