The wind was gently blowing in his hair
The city’s noise was filtered by the air
A hundred stories up, he’d made it to the top
And he felt huge, and every other thing so small
The other people, sirens and his thoughts
They did not matter anymore, he crushed them all
Into Stardust.
His chest just pinched, then loosened at the sight
That laidΒ below as oxygen was craved so bad
He fed his lungs and stepped towards the light
He jumped, and he became Stardust
He jumped, and then he changed his mind.
