Play the Game

The good ol' days have come and gone,
As all good things must do.
It's time for me to travel on,
In search of finding something new.

Find a future with bright horizons,
Or maybe just a different feel.
I finally got 'round to realizin',
Our time is now. This game is real.

As I sit behind my gaming table,
Deciding which move would be the best,
I will jump you, if I am able,
But then I see, I'm playing chess.

They switched the rules on me, midgame,
And expected me to stay in line,
Pretend that nothing at all had changed,
And that it only happened in my mind.

I could stand up and walk away,
Quit the game, and lose the pot.
Perhaps, I'll play another day.
But, as I recall, this game is all I got.

So, here am I to forever remain,
Calm outside, but struggling within,
As I continue to search, frantically, in vain,
For any possible way to win.