I have been away from O.S.I. so I am happy to share a creative poem with all of you.
In the direction of its voice
Though I could not perceive its face
In a sea of shouts and noise
Lo I took the stairs
And there the sun gazed down on me
Through a smiling corner window
Yet the voice grew fainter
Calling me ever sweetly
My youth frayed like a scarf
Taking direction west and east
And I looking back
Could not retrace my path
Where did I go wrong
