Why do we do what we do?

Are we just pawns in this chess game, we call life?

and if so, why are we always in check mate? 

Why do we say what we say?

Is it a defensive camo or actually a breath of fresh air?

Are we here to be watched or just to be lost?

Why is it that emotions run high? When they were never in control of these souls.

It is human to live by emotions or is it human to live with the knowing of when to take control of said emotions?

Who’s doing this? Who’s moving these pieces of 8 around this never ending circle?