The Dream

Standing still he remains steady
troops march passed battle ready

without a notice he no longer wears civilian clothes
his blue uniform matches the others only they chose

he takes one last look back at what he's leaving
a little house and woman to the threshold is cleaving

after his brief glimpse he turns and falls in line
no thoughts now but war, battle, skills to refine

a different mistress he serves from this moment
farewell to pleasures now he serves war's atonement