I wanted to be alone.
So I went to the roof to see,
the citylights blaring at me,
in their luring tone.

I went to the edge and thought,
"Didn't I love these and all?"
and when I looked down,
"What should I do?", I thought.

I looked down again.
"Didn't I dream to fly?"
Then, a dilemma.
"Now why do I cry?"

I went to the roof.
But I'm still alive.