Behind the cover
of irrelevance,
truth hides itself
in insignificance.
It peeks through in places
of slight transparence,
emotions guided
through every variance.
Used as pawns
despite their design,
regardless of fit;
there is no line.
Screams for resolve
echo with silent response,
every cry
met with nonchalance.
The deafening silence
manipulates reality,
forcing outcomes
that should not be.
Players plot
while the played give in,
rather than fight the invisible
they could never win.