Wrapped up in self of silken skin
A bottle of Vermouth, accompanied by rocks of flavored gin
A laundry list of vices, so eloquently colored in sin
Time is of the essence, where do I even begin.

Because your world is as big as you make it
Knowledge is power but most of us fake it.
Lessons laid out on the table
It's your choice to pick up the book
To decide whether or not, it's worth another look.

The present may present pictures from the past
Doesn't mean the two together will necessarily last
Dark and light wash cycles extremely too fast
A Bishop moves diagonal, but a Queen's ominous, alas.

Different directions lead to a make or break
Depending on the weight that is at stake
Eventually time, is going to end up putting you in a check, mate.

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