Living in a Chessboard, or in a Painting

It is as living in a chessboard; every move counts, directly towards fate.
Every step needs serious planning, or else .. Checkmate!
But am I the player or just a wooden piece on the plate?

Like being in a picture surrounded by a frame so obtuse,
The frame is cracked, and the picture is broken loose,
But am I the painter or just a painted figure in recluse?

I am my own player, but sometimes others' wooden piece,

I paint my own life, but my whole existence is a masterpiece,

But whether a game or a work of art, my meditation is never to cease.