The Balcony Poem

What do you do when you look up at the sky?

Do you know the answer or you just wonder why!

Just wonder why, things never worked out the way you planned it?

Or was it your own curious mind, that really slammed it?

You asked for something better, didn't you?

you worked towards it and you just let it be!

and now all the people you see down there, didn't do it

Yet they seem to be more happy, something your curious mind will never see.

Oh! the balcony is my favourite place!

It can ruin me at any moment, I say

Little rain or bright sun or probably some snow.

There's no escape, this is the only way!