One wee soldier, Among the ranks, Which surround, To guard the flanks. I brace myself, As hand draws near, A little pinch, My death you hear.

In a porcelain sea, I recline with glee, A vessel of warmth, where bubbles roam free.

It symbolizes family, belonging, and a sense of security Yet you can have all of those without possessing it It's just two to three decades of mortgage payments away

I have a handle, a head, and a bite, But knowledge and judgment are not in my might. Though useful I am, I'm devoid of all thought, By human hand guided, my purpose is wrought. What am I?

A way to get from here to there where others are trying to go from left to right. The way kids sometimes deliver bad news. A classic progressive rock song.