The Game Of Life

A pawn in a chess game-
A puppet on strings-
This is what I feel like every day
With the end soon approaching
What will die away?

Only I know the answer-
Only I hold the key-
Will my being linger-?
Like a ghost of the past?
Will it fade away in darkness?
Like a candle's snuffed breathe?

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