The Welting Chess Board

No Point. No Point. No Point

I don't talk of you much anymore,
Mostly because I'm at myself in war.

Don't know if I really want you as badly,
Or desire your company as madly.

I may see you in a few dreams,
But that's all it is to it, it seems.

I lie in my bed waiting for the day I see you shine.
Then I'll decide if I really, truly want you as mine.

Half of the time I think you'll also fall,
But when you don't, it really seems like there's no point after all..