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.