I
A boy stood,
From the edge of today and tomorrow.
Just like others,
Weighing things, considering if he should borrow.
II
He saw many things,
Both great and worst.
Though as he stood at the edge,
He felt like he's the worst.
III
And so a question hang,
Waiting for answers.
That may or may not come,
But if it does, now that's works of wonders.
IV
Though time is short,
And the edge shorter.
Is there something really worth,
For not cutting tomorrow forever?
