Twas a Sunday Night, a day of despair
For the recruits in tekong, as they had no hair.
As they prepare to rest, feeling homesick already.
Some comforted themselves that they're succeeding their daddy.
"Go make me proud, my beloved son."
"You're not a man yet but soon you will be one."
While some families put more emphasis on pride and honour,
Others wished they hadn't a son, but instead a daughter.
For parting ways with family is never easy,
Not just for the procreators, but also their baby.
I remember feeling brave yet fearful, dreadful yet excited.
On that fateful day i was emotionally divided.
After I said my goodbyes, it started to pour.
Seriously, it rained. Tekong looked like a reservoir.
And so I was drenched then brought to my platoon.
I recall telling myself "All these will be over, and it will be over soon."
Greats adventures followed, countless bonds were forged.
I've made many friends in Tekong, none were named George.
But for now, let's skip one year ahead.
For my time is limited, and there's more important things to be said.
In a bunk at Gedong, a lone boy reminisces.
Of the simpler days before NS where he spent each day with his missus.
Gone were the happier days of the past.
The boy now understands that nothing truly lasts.
Not NS, not relationships, and definitely not baths.
That made no sense but still, it kinda does!
The boy was mad, his blood was boiling.
What's the point of all these meaningless toiling?
If nothing ever lasts then there's nothing left to say.
Does that mean that we're all surviving day to day?
They say to serve is to be proud of your nationality.
But all I hear is, conscription is a crime against humanity.
But what's done is done, what's past is past.
Holding grudges is pointless, the die has been cast.
And while nothing is permanent, I dare say this.
Does it really matter as long as you've felt bliss?
We all have to go some day, as all humans do.
So why not make the most of it, and smile all the way through?
Good times may pass, but so do the bad.
With that in mind there's no time to be sad.
All that's left is to make life worthwhile.
Cherish the ones you love, and forgive the vile.
For I ponder when my time comes;
Would I remembered as a saint? Or abhorred like a scum?
There's no shame in making mistakes.
But what you do afterwards, and how you compensate.
And as always, I yearn to be stronger.
In many different aspects and in no particular order.
I wonder how I'd feel when I read this ten years from now.
Would I be disappointed? Or did I keep to my vow?
Or would I mock myself for being a fool?
To consider this a motto when my "big picture" was in fact, miniscule?
Youth is a treasure, and time is my asset.
With that in mind, it's time to play life's roulette.
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| Sighh I kinda miss my fat kid. Last time I saw him he got a hell lot more irritating though :/ |
