I visit my grandad regularly
Even though he’s a little daft
He has the windows open when
He makes me play draughts
I visit my grandad regularly
Even though he’s a little daft
He has the windows open when
He makes me play draughts
Upon the chessboard
The pieces move
And change their futures
Their course and direction
And I want that
I want to make a move
In a different direction
Toward a different future
I will set a new course
And face what presents itself
There is nothing I can’t do