It was a song; I sung when I was growing up.
\n“Games people play right wrong, they just…keep you feeling blue.”<\/p>\n
Little did I know life for me would be like a game of chess.
\nI started out as a pond with some power.
\nIt was tricky though because my moves were limited.<\/p>\n
“People make the world go ’round” with the games they play.\u201d
\nLife is like a game for me, it’ about me winning.<\/p>\n
There are plenty of metaphors in the lyrics we chose;
\nlyrics are like directions in a recipe for a cake.<\/p>\n
The game is not to become unglued by being halved baked.
\nIt was a song; I sung when I was growing up.<\/p>\n
“People make the world go ’round” with the games that they play.
\nI rose to a position like the bishop on the chess board.
\nI had more maneuvering power to capture my enemies\u2019 devices.<\/p>\n
I learned my worth-play to keep-play to win.
\nI move like a queen overpowering obstacle is part of the perks.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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