who were we?
so what's another day
when i can't bear these nights of thought of going on without you
Day turns to night, and night makes way for day. It has been a month in the army already, and everyday, without fail, i'll look at all the homogeneous faces of stereotypes, think to myself and ask the same question.
who were we?
For me, the transition is too massive and too sudden. no, i am not refering to the physical aspect of the military, nor the mental muscles you need to build, but rather, i am refering to the fact that one has to leave behind everything he knows of himself. now, we are no longer individuals. we have been reduced to statistics, numbers, stereotypes and insignificants.
disillusionment sets in.
when i can't bear these nights of thought of going on without you
Day turns to night, and night makes way for day. It has been a month in the army already, and everyday, without fail, i'll look at all the homogeneous faces of stereotypes, think to myself and ask the same question.
who were we?
For me, the transition is too massive and too sudden. no, i am not refering to the physical aspect of the military, nor the mental muscles you need to build, but rather, i am refering to the fact that one has to leave behind everything he knows of himself. now, we are no longer individuals. we have been reduced to statistics, numbers, stereotypes and insignificants.
disillusionment sets in.
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