Side story

Do you recall your first flight,
The thrilling clouds of moment?
The belts are fastened, you're right—
Our landing’s near, but will it end?

The scars upon your fragile skin,
Were carved by dreams you held in bin.
You chased the stars, defied the night,
Yet feared the glow of their fierce light.

But are you there? Where have you been?
These years spent knocking, locked within.
The door was broken; nothing to hide,
And yet — no trace of you inside.

Why this silence, sharp and crude?
The shadow waits, so where are you?

We're closure here, keep tight.
No one would risk if you had died.