i stand on the brink of this life/ either floating or falling/ i step closer to the edge/ i need to stop stalling

not everything is mine/ even as i window shop/ for a new life to enjoy/ as mine’s nearing to the final stop

i walk by the glass of the stores/ and yearn the possibility/ yet i see my reflection/ a reminder of my captivity

my fingers linger along each front/ though i never open a door/ for my sake or theirs i remain/ lifeless at my core