23 April 2012
Caught in the middle, Caught in the crossfire, The future is riddled, With what's to transpire, Though no choices to make, No power can be held, If you're waiting too long, Life's ice cream will melt.
Troop on, troop on, As the soldiers may say, To grasp is to lose, One marches away.
The distance is far, From the comfort of home, But I will return, I will return.
Lose Attention! • Opuss № I