Marching Orders

my men, my men, my men we can do this together, i know we can we've got our destination, our mode of flight we have started but something has gone wrong this phase has slowly taken over our lives constant explosion of the mind it refuses to stop and refuses to calm "i hope everyone is feeling much better" did i actually say that? have i been talking for the last three hours? we're ok. let's sit down take a breath...but here it comes again unrelenting pain, an impossible depth we can make it through my men, my men, my men this is nothing soon we will land and everything will be fine then we can be sane it will be time to go home time to take that walk again time to be normal