It was the dawn of March 20th. A young teen above the clouds looking down upon the ground. Wanting to fly, but can't, because he has no wings. He then says out loud;
I want to die, but I am afraid.
It's the darkness I neglect.
But it's peacefulness would be nice.
Deep inside, I want to leap.
But there are people who look at me.
There are two sides behind me.
I see a boy with regretful decisions,
and then I see a beautiful flower garden.
For the garden makes me hesitate.
Which path should I choose?