I can predict every move,
Like pawns of life's and death's chess game,
I can predict the strongest storm,
And what it wishes to claim.


Move as slowly as you can,
Breathe as deepest as you can inhale,
But don't forget to hold the strings,
Cause without them you might fall down to reality.


Touch your hand,
Do you feel something strange?
A feeble   whisper of an angel,
They are calling on your name.


I can predict the next move on the board,
That you so obviously are going to play,
But watch out and stay,
Cause here goes your king.