Over a cup of coffee
And a cigarette
One little pawn walks off the board
The players he does betray
He will not stay
And that one little pawn grows wings
And sings of beautiful things
Of learning to expand
Of conquering new lands
Of casting spells
Of wishing wells
Of being bright
And Grand
Of throwing pain out of windows
And the people on the sidewalk
Wonder why it hits them,
Like quarters on their heads
Trying too hard to be safe
They might as well be dead
She's been sitting in her office for far too long
She's a rag doll, getting dusty
Her red yarn mouth
Falling to a frown
It's hopeless now
She's ancient now
She had no decent drive
For it was always rusty
Staring out the window
With curious cat eyes
Down nine stories
Breaks down and cries
You people on the sidewalk
(That is what she said)
All wonder why it hits you
Like quarters on your heads
Trying too hard to be safe
You might as well be dead!
A message to you all
To toys
And clowns
And paper dolls:
To look to the sky is to
Rise above the chessboard
Like the little pawn did.
Amen.