By Anndy Serrano
I am at the top floor
Watching the footsteps and the sky
Hoping for a chance to be
A part of the world below
I am at the top floor
With my hand restlessly on the window
The smoky air coming towards me
Blocking my view of everyone and everything
I am at the top floor
Thinking of the chances of falling,
And being caught by the fresh air
And by the sweet smell of grass
I am standing here
Telling my story from my point of view
And I am here
Hoping to hear yours too.