Checkmate

Actions, they speak louder than words
Every one I make always seem disconnected
From any thoughts
Much like two trains on opposite tracks
Like me and most of the living in this world
They question my moves but I
Remain quiet for my moves are just as I
Play chess – on impulse
Move after move
No strategy, no pre-thoughts for multiple turn
Named clueless and ignorant perhaps
Might it be I simply know what I want?
Are the ingredients that complete me villainous,
Careless
Is it me against the world? For if not,
Why do others seem to always try to trip me,
So that I am always down?