Strategy that leads to power,
A thousand fights in a hour.
A determined look in the eyes,
A hunched control for days.
He becomes the game.
The game of another walk,
Something behind a light box.
It makes me wonder how,
How it is to walk another plain.
What is it like to die but it be fake?
To see someone master a game,
Is seeing someone rise to power,
Like in a physical way.
It makes him seem like a King.