Life After O's 11

 I had a dream once, a dream of retiring in a hut on a rocking chair, sipping a cup of hot tea, watching the cool breeze blow at the tufts of lush green bush. And my mind, free of thought, free of worries, free of everything, everything but calm. Watching time pass, waiting, and waiting, for the end. There is beauty in silence, there is beauty in tranquillity. But now, if i don't act, that will forever be a dream. If I falter, I will be walking on a pile of rubble, a mat of my own tears and failure. Let's lock and load.