Debilitated, all energy siphoned,
Into a river of which lies no barrier,
Cause it's cycle where it'll return.
Why our commander changed the outpost,
To evade from the enemy from the east,
Who's plan are formidable to foes of all.
For life is not about changes,
We are never truly susceptible,
Nor are we genuinely volatile,
To what cloaks over us.
We make ourselves believe that change,
Is often for the better,
Yet friendship has taught me that,
What's different is only gratifying for one,
And for that,
We have ourselves to blame.
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