When I'm gone,
will you still remember me?
When I'm gone,
do you know where I'll be heading?
When I'm gone,
will you feel my suffering?

I don't know why this feeling comes back to me again all of a sudden. Is it because I'll be setting my foot on a foreign land on Friday, a land where everybody's a stranger, a land where my fear is realised? 2 more days before Singapore will be but miles away from where I'll be.
And now I'm frantically trying to organise my life, to plan for my future, to settle debts, even scores and say goodbye all at the same time. It's no mean feat to leave everything to be in a new place where your identity there is nothing but a soldier. A soldier whose job is to take orders from superiors and whose valid actions are those stated in directives. 2 more days till I'm on that foreign land, I will make friends, I will make enemies, I will weep and cry, I will moan and I will sigh. All while proving to myself that this is what will push me on to continue, even when I stumble.

A month will seem like eternity.
What will be poison what will be cure?
My tolerance stretched beyond time,
my perseverance showed in the currency known as blood.
My screams and rantings drowned by my fears.

When I'm back,
will you remember me?
When I'm back,
will you greet with wide open arms?
When I'm back,
will you share my joy?