what am i ...

Where do we trace our steps to?

Retrograde is

Just a mirage

Every second a slam

That leaves the time done behind

 But the phantom remains

Egging the do’s

You and I
tethered evermore

 In the now

 In this game of neurons firing synapses

Like wild monkeys

 In the primal forest

Slaves remote controlled

 By hormones

And chemical reactions

 Every micro second

 Rehearsed rehashed forever

 The atoms do the dance

What a game we play

 Never undoing

 Where the brave pawns

Knighted show off their mighty glistening swords

 gallops  around

Not bowing even to the King

I watch the game advancing

Failing to know who you are,

The King, bishop or the pawn

Or the giant castle

And i wonder

Do i forfeit?

 or

Who am i turning into?

This white piece on this board?

 The steely queen, the neighing mare or just an Abbess in a cloak?