Thoughts of wonder and awe inspired luster.

Through art of a game, your plans do prosper.

With unending patterns, mere humans can muster,

A staggering amount of endless wonder.

Every move is made with either joy or misery,

Every stake could be taken as a bind of history.

How do you play such a marvelous game?

Millions upon millions of endless possibilities,

Each guided by decisions of past strategies,

When the pieces stall on the colors that call.

Common men fall.

While the Master stands tall.

How did you play such a wonderful game?

A game of luck, some people might say,

But luck is wandering to their dismay.

When common folks would see a mess,

A master arises, and sees the chess.

My thoughts are exhausted on how this could end,

A game of mind very few could pretend.

I can't help but wonder how a mind can tame

Such masterful chaos of a game,

And all the paths of infinite kind;

It hides behind your beautiful mind.