Lying on the floor
in the unpopular rooftop.
Under a half moon,
partially hidden by clouds.

Eyes closed,
both hands as pillows.
Furious mind,
where did I go wrong?
Curious about the paths
I haven't been on.

Was I meant to be in the place
that I hope I will be?
Or was I still dwelling on the dreams
I created while lying on the
rooftop floor under a moon halo?
Questions of life,
I can't still answer.