Knights and kings

Hopes and encouragements we often keep tingling in through our life

She trembled she fumbled
She chose a path
And
She grew living each day to be with one
Not the knight but her king
Lest
Dreams and reality
They hold different phases colours and faces
Like a prism they happen to show us something that changes as it comes closer

Knights and kings
Life is just a replica of thses TWO
Where in we happen to be ONE
And at last what we achive
Is just another desirable colour we see through that prism
And
Yes it happens to change again

Again that KING becomes KNIGHT
Again a new colour
A new desire
And a new dream turning to reality

But what iff we really be-in the knight and try not to be the king?
Hmmm... all the prismatic colours would disappear
What we have dreamt is already a reality now
No more desires
No more dreams
Ahmmm quite a exquisite ..right

Naa we all love change
Yes
At times it pleases and at times it dont
But
What we love is change

Stagnation kills us but change is what that keeps us live
Keeps us giving a sight
that one day
Knight will turn into king...!