i was just part of the crowd but now,
numerous eyes were staring back at me.
waiting for a command,
whether to turn left or right?
to step back or fight?
this is not right.
maybe, i wasn't born to fight.
they were still talking to my soul,
'what path should we take?'
then listen to what i am trying to tell,
'how could i know? when i, myself, is lost too.'
// captain.