am i but a pawn in some grand chess game a lowly piece moved with impunity constrained to move in preordained patterns but i am imbued with hope for greatness shall i be the one the chryssalis moth to butterfly or am i just a tool a sacrifice for greater good i do not exist for myself to be consigned to the side used and dispensable consorting with other failures in the grand game of life but yet i can be the one with each step i come closer i can be whatever i want just one more step and maybe just another one