(Dis)ability Stress in the Workplace

In the world of comic books and graphic novels, stories contain crime-fighting heroes

who use their superpowers to defeat the tyranny of maniacal villains. In the place of

employment, not only do employees contain incredible skills/aptitudes to satisfy the

customer's needs, but also benefit the reputations of well- established organizations.

 

However,both crime-fighters and workers are not always perfect because there are

 

weaknesses in every existing person. The most common weakness they both share daily

 

is stress. The Kryptonite may drain Superman's multiple powers, but it is not as severe

 

as those with difficult working conditions. Employees are greatly subdued by stress

 

because of the two factors: disability and ability. This essay will address the causes,

 

the effects and the solutions of  (dis)ability stress in the workplace.

First, the aptitudes of employees are deliberately observed by the qualities

 

of their skills from both customers and employers. In many workplace scenarios,

 

stress can affect the individual's performance, due to physical/mental conditions one

 

cannot overcome and the lack of experience or required skills for a position. Thus, one

 

is capriciously and internally caused to be in distress by the changing of such

 

conditions. For instance, a mildly autistic worker's service is terminated due to curt,

 

unpleasant behaviors with outbursts and complaints toward neurotypical customers and

 

colleagues. Significantly, it is often claimed that the lack of interaction or social skills is

 

the main cause, which resulted in one's inappropriate social attitude; commonly,

 

individuals with autism do not acquire enough experiences to recognize social procedures

 

displayed in workplaces. The second cause of stress is the limit of one's ability. In a

workplace, some employees would have conditions which are specifically limited from

 

performing tasks that are personally considered difficult. This also happens in fiction. For

example, J.K Rowling's Harry Potter, in Lupin's class, practices to conjure the Patronus

 

charm to shield himself from a dummy Dementor, but suddenly falls unconscious.

 

As a result, he first failed to overcome the haunting creature, that is darkness to the

 

thunder bolt-scarred boy. According to Costley, Santana-Melgoza and Todd (1994),

 

it is suggested that individuals have personal barriers that prevent them from subduing

concerns/issues, "result[ing] from an inaccurate estimate of physical/mental abilities"

 

(p.533). In the novel, we see a similar case. In the young wizard's case, his witnessing

 

of death causes him to faint in front of the Dementor before conjuring the charm.

 

Therefore, it is his personal barrier from experience. Lupin's solution for Harry is

 

to reminisce or contemplate serene/content memories, whether it be of his parents

 

or his friends.

 

 

The second factor of this essay discusses the effects of stress and how it gradually

diminishes one's skill by a choice of action or weakness, such as the inability to

interact and the consumption of multitasking. The first effect, an awkwardly,

passive employee may have the skills to organize the products and clean the store.

However, the skill he does not naturally and greatly possess is the most important

skill to have when associating with his fellow peers or customers: interpersonal

interactions. Compared to the autistic case, it is subtle that they lack the craft to

"connect with people" (Isaacson, July/Aug 2003) and is because they do not

recognize the social protocols displayed in the work setting. Furthermore, they

would be confused by the situation that is occurring in person. For that outcome,

they will unintentionally behave inappropriately in public by an outburst or a shout

(as previously mentioned in the essay). Meanwhile, an individual may commit to

participate in many clubs or perform tasks all in one year. However, if one takes on a

tremendous amount of work, it may affect the person's energy by over-occupying the

time schedule in the calendar. This is called multitasking; the more the person agrees to

assist, the more the person will become inefficient and create more errors

(Jayson, Apr. 8, 2013). Everyone has the tendency to multitask by overcommitting to

too many roles in order to successfully achieve their goals. Their personal philosophy

is to mentally state to themselves "I finally did something right!"



Every crime fighter has the power to end world domination from villainous antagonists,

even to serve for justice. but heroes also need improvement in their strength and power,

so they can repress their imperfections with control. Individually, a worker contains a

condition, let it be Aspergers or an alcohol addiction. When in great distress, one needs

assistance not only to rid themselves either the addiction or barrier, but also improve

in their skills and abilities to simply gain advice or enter into a stress management

program. For the mentally ill, it is possible that those with mental illness alienate

themselves from peers, as autistics cannot attain permanent social relationships.

Depressingly, autistic adults are often terminated from their service because they are

 destitute in the art of interactions with customers and co-workers. In addition, they do

not comprehend propriety or social cues. However, if a demonstration in the

workplace is done by role-play, the supervisor can scrutinize every facial expression and

social signals acted upon the student. Furthermore, the worker is encouraged to ascertain

its meanings. But more depressingly, they are plaintively isolated from normal peers;

often, when others with mental disability contemplate that colleagues or mates they

acknowledge are blindly, or with purpose, elusive not to associate with the autistics,

as if they are perceived cretins for their stupefying, sulky traits. Notwithstanding the

emotional pain and the yearning for a companion to trust, autistic individuals allow

that they are desolate of a true friend, but act on their own. To maintain a permanent

relationship or understand the autistic culture, one should participate to assist "the

walking wounded...recognize and then connect their specific 'pain' to action"

(Earl, 2003) by self-encouragement to engage with the mentally handicapped and

then form a concrete, concord bond; they seek for peer support, similar to a caregiver,

but not acting as a parent nor guardian. In addition, in order to remain in good health,

people should participate or be amenable to physical activity, such as workout or sports.

To continue one's productivity daily, any form of exercise helps diminish stress trapped

in the human perspiration, such as drained energy in the human body

(Hinkson, Mar.19,2013). For that outcome, the body will be calmly mended from aching

pain and bad posture.



Overall, superheroes and employees are ordinary human beings with extraordinary

powers and skills; they both witness the challenges of daily stress while saving their

beloved cities and meeting the customer’s expectation. Containing unique skills for

justice or service, every living person exists to inherit or develop physical/mental

conditions and weaknesses, whether it be the underdeveloped art of interpersonal

communication or the limit of individual barriers. Human beings suffer daily from

social isolation and the overconsumption of multitasking until the life force capsules

(the human body) have been drained out for a day. In the eyes of a hero(ine),

one does not always portray an image of a good role model with confidence.

Sometimes, there are fighters of justice who would pivot themselves to the dark

side, just as Luke Skywalker transformed into the wicked Dark Vader. Unless one can

suppress the wicked thoughts of destruction or world domination, the curious

 protagonist can train the power possessed by plying the abilities as strong and controlled

as one can manage. Furthermore, as Yoda would convey wise words to Skywalker,

one must always seek advice from a friend for encouragement, while leading an active

life for good health. Super humans and ordinary workers are regular folks, experiencing

the daily suffering of stress, physically and emotionally.

 

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And Developmental Disabilities Research Reviews 7:128-133 (p.129), Champagne, IL,

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Costley .D, Santana-Melgoza .C  & Todd .R (1993) Frustration and Stress Management.

Human Relations in Organizations 5E West Publishing Company


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Hinkson, K. (2013, Mar.19) 5 ways to overcome workplace stress. Canadian Points of View

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Jayson, S. (2013, Apr.8) Is Work Killing You? 'How Downsizing is Upsizing Stress".

Canadian Points of View Reference Centre

Save Yourself

Don't fall in love with me
I'm not the girl worth fighting for
I can be you fantasy
But you can never have more
Of me.

You may whisper me gentle words
And strike your strings with peaceful chords
Just to fall in your arms
But don't waste your charms
On me.

You just stare to the stars
Wishing she would come to you
But she'd leave you a fool
left with just the scars

Tell me that you love me
And you will never forget
But in the end, I'll become the memory
Of your regret.

Taint my crimson lips with a kiss
Touch my petal'd skin with your flesh
It gives me so much bliss
To know the spark is still fresh

But I'm afraid to be close
To those I care. My father stopped caring
About my mother and their love became morose
That's why I wouldn't be daring
Myself.

I lost faith in love
That's why I won't let my soul flee
To a man. Loneliness will shove
Into you, so I let it be

So boy, don't waste your time
With me. Go spend a dime
On a whore who will pretend
To love you back. I recommend

I used to love someone
Before he was gone
He said he did care
About me.
But he never said goodbye
So I just stare to the sky

So call me fragile
It's been a while
Since I've been alone
And no hearts have been sewn

So forget me, boy
Have a girl be your toy
I can only be in your dream
Walking in a misty stream
With you.

Call me a coward
But I can't go forward
To link my sole heart
To a stranger
And that's a danger
I'd rather be apart

I know how to tear
Their hearts out. It's not hard
For me to discard
Their love if I dare

But they always end up finding
Someone else. I'll always be winding
Back to misery's lane. It is my curse
For I carry it in my purse.
I gave up that chance
So I can't let it dance
around my mind
I won't let your heart bind
Into mine.
Don't worry about me
I'll be fine
You will see.

I've been in darkness
Think of me heartless
But I'm saving you
From me or you will rue
the day you met me

I can be your friend
Someone who would defend
Your every right and wrong
Let's keep it as long
Until the end of our song.

My Merciful Heartbreaker

Before you,
I was through
with the thought
of love and forgot
my own key to
my happiness and heart.

I never had someone
to be my best friend
because I always depended
on no one.

Forgot to smile
for awhile
because I've lost my joy
until you fixed my emotionless toy.

You were the first boy
I took to the roof
where I can shout to the clouds from
my frustrations and focus.

You were my awkward moment when I wanted to hug you
after meeting you, but I shook your hand instead.
I thought I was odd and you would not like me back.

You were the boy
to kiss me from my two years of loneliness.

You were the boy
I enjoyed talking and sharing music
together.

You were the boy I liked
to take you to my home and lie on the couches
to give each sweet crimson sins.

You were my very first date
to take pictures and wear Domo hats in
a halloween store. You thought its adorable.

You were the boy
I ever felt intimate with.

You were the boy
who told me you thought you were stalking me by
following me around because you liked me for me.
To admit that I was awesome, made me forget my worries.

You were the boy
that really cared about me because
you like me too much to break me into pieces.

You were the boy
to reject me.
I cried a little but you released me
from my depression and misery

You were my first real love
and the best thing I have ever received,
but you were also my merciful regret.

You taught me not to be
afraid of love and believed in me.
You helped me remind myself that
I have support from everyone we know.

Now you are the first boy
I write about because I thank you for
saving me from my greatest fear: sucking so bad on stage.

The Joy of College

What is college like?

To me, college is a community of misfits and adults given a second chance of education. It feels like a tribe that would help you no matter what the situation. We feel welcomed by everyone, including the Rainbow tribe (known as the LGTB). There are no signs of exclusion and neglect in a community of outsiders.

We are one giant, happy family united in just one place we call the utopia of the free minded individuals.

We have miserably and discreetly suffered from the hands of bullies, haters and normal elitist/socialite mates in high school because we were the abnormal plague contaminating the young minds with unncesssary fan fictions, fantasies, unrealistic dreams, and of course... pleasurable arousement methods to satisfy our sexual, enticing hunger

But today, those day are over; we can be ourselves. We can create something aesthetically real and bring the imagination to life. We can imagine that pegasus is an alien from out of space and gain more knowledge.

The reason I enjoyed college more than high school and middle school is because it helped me remind myself that I have the love and support from everyone that I rarely received. They just keep disappearing everyday because they have their own destinies to pursue or they had disliked you secretly. I couldn't tell if others were helping me until now. It was also because I have pushed the ones I loved away because I didn't trust anyone. Nor did I trust myself. I love college because it gave me a second chance of happiness. Not only that, I am pushing myself everday; I know what I am chasing after, I just need the adrenaline and strength to be active everyday.

Love for Willow

Into you summer's ring
I gaze upon before
your mystic ray fades.
I can feel the frosty
breeze from your winter's wind,
with a ripe smell of rosemary.

Your silky road is as soft
as a wet, sweet grass.

Your crimson sin is as sweet
as rose petals, with a taste
of blood and chocolate.

The milky white skies,
I look up remind me
of a pure clear water
I would dive into.

The strands of your long
leaves wave from a blow
of the ocean's breath.
as lovers exchange
whispers for embrace.

Your fire can bring me
the warmth I have always yearned
for I know not of such amorous
nearness.

I gander at your autumn's blush,
admiring your red, glistening glow

Your gentle, soothing
melodies always
lure my misty fog
into your mist

I can hear your giant seed,
as loud as the bongo drum.
But I can feel the invisible crack,
sharp as a glass can cut you.
I can see that vultures and demons
have left you with scars and bruises.
Permanent as tattoos and hennas, they
have carved your silhouetted bark so
you'd live with shame and regret.

I give my rose in exchange
of your heart, showing my
enamorous devotion to you.

Do not worry, willow.
For I will protet and defend you
from deforesters and poachers
as you will give me your support.
We will cherish
each other's company as children
playing together in a playground
and warming together.

Many questions I refuse to answer for
my peers say I am delusional.
Are you my Mars or Venus I have
created? Do you exist? Are you a lie?

If so, I lost myself into insanity;
I stared at the sun for far too long
until my imagination burned
my lessons into ash.

If not, will I ever
meet you as a small sparrow
in disguise? A dragon? Phoenix?
Please... give me a sign.

Lightning Lake Globe

There I was
Thirteen years old
in Lightning Lake
 A basin of sparkling water
and sand for a ground to sink your feet into.
Indulged by the round black tent, just like a circus kind
is covered with a thousand stellar, glistening rhinestones
and shiny, white strokes that appear for a second
The moon, beautiful as a pearl from oyster shells
took me away from my family and cousins,
I was at peace.
Indulged by the black and blue sky and the huge
reflective mirror above
was shaped as a globe.
and we are the vivacious, non-plastic dolls.

Let it BURN!

I reach to the firetouchig the flame
the firelight will never tire
nor will it become tame.

Let it burn,
let it burn,
let it burn!

I can handle the pain
because it is my gain.
You may feel sorry
but don't you worry
my darling friend
I can defend
and my heart will mend

Let it burn,
let it burn,
let it burn

My flame will allways rise
higher. It is of no surprise.
You can take away my toys
but boys...
You can never take away
my audacious say

Let it burn,
let it burn,
let it burn

My heart will never conform
and my desire will never deform
I am not playing a game
nor am I making a name
for myself,
But I am trying to live my life

Let it burn,
let it burn,
let it burn

You may give me your loathsome words
to me as a thousand swords,
but it will always be my source.
I can take away your hateful force

Let it burn,
let it burn,
let it burn

You may blow the fire as many times
but it will never stop lighting
by itself; the heart is ambitious

Let it burn,
let it burn,
let it burn

When the fire lights
in the dark, blue night
it will always fight
until the end.

Let it burn,
let it burn,
let it burn

Love me as a who I am

You may see me as a disgrace.A disappointment.
A burden
But I am not afraid
to face the worst as
you think and you are.

You may not like what I do
or want, but it is not up to you.
I made the choice
because I have a voice.

If you love me just as your flesh as blood,
show more as you do care
or it will seem you were not always fair.
Please I beg. Don't let your doubt
of my abilities become a flood
filled wih your discouragement
towards me.

Me

I'm sorrymy dear friend
I was not trying hard to defend
for you. But don't you worry
I will continuously try
because I don't want to be shy
anymore.

I want to reach into the dimming light
where it glistens in the dark.
The illuminate moon is such a delight,
it leaves a shining mark
as rhinestones.

I may not seem as brave
but it is as much as I gave
my best. I may have been hurt
with words so harsh and treated as dirt,
but it made me stronger.
Now I know I can survive longer.

Here I am In My White-walled Room

Here I am in my white-walled room,
practicing music in the house with no one

Here I am in my white-walled room,
playing Sudoku with my blue ball point
printed on Metro and 24 Hour newspapers

Here I am in my white-walled room,
listening to inspirational music on Youtube via my laptop

Here I am in my white-walled room,
daydreaming and talking to myself at the same time,
imagining I am in Glee as an Asian British bisexual girl who is
a childhood friend of Blaine Anderson. Sad, eh?

Here I am in my white-walled room,
daydreaming about the encountering of Darren Criss
and my other Inspirational Canadian musicians in person

Here I am in my white-walled room,
constantly going on Glee Wiki
and watching Youtube videos
everyday and night

Here I am in my white-walled room,
playing random, made up chords on my guitar
and writing songs

Here I am in my white-walled room,
composing music for my first year

Here I am in my white-walled room,
painting and creating my artwork.
Unfortunately I have got paints
on my carpet. OOPS!

Here I am in my white-walled room,
reading a book on my bed and easily
falling asleep

Here I am in my white-walled room,
sleeping

Here I am in my white-walled room,
wasting both my life and my time with this
computer I am now using. God! I need to
get out more and do something for myself!!!
Geez I am bored.

Here I am in my white-walled room,
feeling like a small-beaked sparrow
trapped in a cage, without an escape with friends

City of Fluorescent Wanders

In the city of Wanders
where stellar rhinestones are punctured onto the Black Canopy,
I see the fluorescent glows of treelights hung on branchy, skinny fingers
as they are majestic statues with fallen strands of leaves.
I am lost in serenity with a momentous smile drawn on my face,
forgetting my troubles by exploitation of lights
I am an audience to the Circus and Vancouver is my ring leader
to neverending acts.
Troubadors everywhere, performing on the streets of Granville
The Sons of Granville, with the alluring and intriguing viola, takes over
two girls in ecstasy to dance like gypsy enchanting in a Globe

Traveller

I am a traveller:
Unaware of rules, customs, traditions and enviroments,
But always discovering something flambuoyant and interesting
in countries and continents
I am without a companion, but I am content with what I have.
I am not a lover, a friend, nor am I a relative.
I am someone one meets no more than once.
I am a forgotten face.
I wander to explore new tastes,
surrounding myself in an overwhelming and yet friendly atmosphere
I am without rules of my own.
I do not belong in a tribe nor a clan
I walk the lands on my own
I am unknown
I am without a company to keep me occupied by friendly hands
I am a mysterious adventurous individual who, you may assume,
might enter in your town or city unbeknownst to the residents of Wonderful
Wonders.
You may not want to trust me nor put your faith in me; I am a stranger you don't know

Memory

I love ice skating in Downtown Vancouver because it was my favorite place as a child.
It was rarely known before the Winter Olympics in 2010

I forgot what it was like to hug my dad after moving to New West until I said to him "Love you."
I cried with tears with joy because to me, it means our relationship is somewhere recovered from
our issues of my lying habits (so he perceives).

I remember going to Granville Island for art classes, the water park and of course... the Kids Market.
Back then, I didn't like art or any performing arts, except for dancing. Until I got into high school, I realized it is my passion. I used to make and draw many crafts, I just didn't consider it as art. As a kid, I didn't know a lot of things and I still don't as a 19 year old today. Pretty sad, isn't it?

I would listen to pop music back in the old days.Way before I knew Devendra Banhart or any indie musicians. Except I listened to Evanescence and Linkin Park in both elementary and middle school
I didn't care about the lyrics, but I was in ecstasy with the harmonious and catchy tunes.

I didn't realize there was something wrong with me until I asked him if " I'm normal " like everyone else.
I was 12 when he told me I am "mentally handicapped"

I loved playing Celtic or any various kinds of music in front of my friends at high school. No big performances involving my dad, teacher and other parents of violinists-in-training because I felt as if I didn't have to impress anyone but myself. I wish I could do it again : perform again after 2 years of not playing in front of people so I wouldn't have to be afraid as my dad is for me.

I got paid in cents at school and performed in senior homes and the Justic Institute. that was the best thing I had ever done in my life and they were my biggest accomplishments in grade 9

Sometimes I think they happen for a moment and years later, I will have a feeling that I wish I can do that again so I can redeem myself.

Sparrow Designs

GOR art portfolio

I am a songwriter formerly from Alexisonfire. Who am I?

                                             

I am a Canadian songwriter from Neverending White Lights. Who am I?

I am a good friend of Natalie Portman and my songs have the New Weird America genre. Who am I?

I am Ziggy Stardust from Brixton, London, England. Who am I?

in memory of Rocky, Sister's Bird

the groups of 4

I am the Protestant daughter of Anne Boleyn and Henry the VIII. Who am I?

I am a Canadian songwriter from Vancouver who wrote Robots need love. Who am I?

Sparrow

I am a fragile young sparrow
unable to fly away from
my wooden straw nest.

A small beaked bird
covered in red and blue spots
and wings full of
permanent scars

I wish I could flee
to have an adventure
and the liberty
of my own.
But I worry of my future
for I fear a force is never
going to let me go

I may be black and white
whose voice may not be heard
from afar
but I will never stop singing until
I reach to the bright blue sky.

Scars and Bruises

Scars are Tattooes
with inks so red and purple,
sinks into the penetrable skin
and so I bare a moon mark on
my hip and a clawed mark
on my arm that would last for ages and ages!
Scars will heal and mend, but it will never
disappear; it sticks with me before I forget

Bruises are Hennas,
seeped into my face or thigh
with splattered dies of purple and
blue. Slowly the colours fade away
until all is gone without a trace of ink.
It stays temporarily on my skin for weeks
because it doesn't last as long as tattooes

Mind

Verse 1

Why do angels always leave
and never hear a goodbye
I've always believed
they would deceive you and fly

I have been left behind
I have been lost in my mind
and I can't seem to find
my way back to reality. Have I been blind
from the start?

Chorus

Why am I
unable to fly
away from my regrettable troubles
My life always trembles
and fall into pieces
Oh please save me
Don't leave me be

I've always cried
in my sleep
I've even tried
to sustain and keep
my agony and misery locked up.

Verse 2

I don't want to forget
the memories I've collected
with my eyes but they seem to have disappeared
and it's been my great regret

My mind is confused
I've lost track of reality
My thoughts are complicated
I'm losing a trace of my only identity

Chorus

Bridge

Why did I choose to suffer
because I can't remember
who I am anymore
I wish my despair will live no more

I've got to take a risk
write history on a disc
It's time for me
to liberate myself and flee

I can't keep on living like forever
I don't want to cover
myself from the world
I can't always be told

I can't follow my own dreams
Let me walk on the cloudy streams
I won't let them catch my attention
I am making my own decision

Am I letting temptation
get my attention
I've left my discretion
in my imagination

Chorus

Outro

But if I fall apart
who will put me back altogether?
Why does it matter
if I lose my heart?

Stand Alone or Fly Away

Verse 1
I stand here alone
on my own
There is no one
and they are all gone

Angels can't always help you
nor can they save you
from your neverending
pain.There are no such things
as miracles.

There is no one to depend
on, no one to mend
your wistful heart
'cause they will start
to leave you behind
and forget to find you

Chorus
Why do they always leave
you out, never come back
and never hear them say goodbye

As if I'm trapped in a cave
as dark and black
I just don't know why

Who will hear me
from far far away
or help me flee
on a momentous day?

I just hope I won't fall
into a thousand shards
as the house of cards
will never tremble at all

Verse 2
Oh please don't you cry
It saddens me to see you weep
We may all fly away and say goodbye
for the last time
But always sleep
with a thought I will
always be in your sole heart still

I know its breaks
your martyred soul to see
your friends here and gone
Doesn't mean it takes
you away from their memory
Believe me there is always somone

You just have to believe
and never let misery make you grieve.
They are just mere illusions
from their vile persuasions
to get your attention
Don't let it get into your sole intention
They will grab you away from your discretion
with a despairing temptation
they will know you are soulfully weak

Chorus

Bridge
I know it's hard to see
everyone go away to be free
but I've been sustaining my own pain
I can't keep on living like this ever again
Maybe it's not because I feel unembraced
by others, but I don't have the intention
nor the courage for my wishful redemption
I don't want to always wonder
what life would be like outside Vancouver

Chorus

Outro
I wish someone could hear me
and I prithee
send me word far from where I be

Young at Heart and Soul

Verse
I still remember the times
when we were so young
It was never a crime
to do something wrong

We may have made mistakes
but we've to take risks
You may still think we're immature
and stupid, but we're more than what you think
Rebellion is in our nature
so let the thoughts of bad behaviours sink
into the bottom

We are born wild
to live a life not so mild
We can't help ourselves
sustain our pains in book shelves

Chorus
My life is in a cage
and I am sick of being good
Let my heart be in rage
So I let out my true
self

I just wanna live in my world
'cause it can't hold
up my agony
so let me make my own memory

Verse 2
Just because you say I don't
know a lot about the world,
doesn't mean I won't
be able to survive, so please let me explore

I don't wanna keep
feeling trapped my whole life
That's why I can't sleep
as blisslfully as my heart was so alive

Chorus

Bridge
I may not have perfect friends
I may not have as much confidence
as you
You may tell me
I can't follow my dream
I'm not as happy
as I thought I would be
doesn't mean you can't let me try
Let me scream
loud and proud
Let me be free

Chorus

Outro
Let me fly away
for a thousand days
Let me discover
and unveil the cover