At the world's edge ,where horizon drops.
The outsider, on this great peril, stops.
'Quiet' his voice, demeanor slightly off,
Looking back, couldn't help but scoff.

Earphones plugged it , a soft music humming in his mind.
But they can't keep the voices inside which are growing louder and unkind.

In a crowded hall, where laughter echoed.
He stood apart, smiled and felt his spirits flawed.
Their delight a symphony he watched from afar,
Shining-meteors filled sky and a...