I’ve lost a game of chess
Against some silicone chips
A lukewarm, ersatz example
Of what was to follow later on
His body language warned me
It was not going to be good news
Retreated into the back of his chair
He gave me a sobering update
While the cancer in the lung was gone
It had spread out to my adrenal gland
My slight chance of total victory
Had vanished, I was left with a struggle
To the end
Well, I gave myself one day of sorrow
Extending that period for family and friends
After that I picked up my well worn sword
Of reality, optimism and stubbornness
I’ve been cutting some new paths out
An urgency to create being one of them
The luxury of lounging about has gone
So many projects I really want to finish
Before the end
There’s no need for exaggeration though
I might have quite some years ahead of me
But the final outcome is now crystal clear
So I better use my time in an optimal way
The end
Won’t wait
