White dot, space, white dot space.

Fast and slow at the same time.

What a moving grace.

Some dots are spiraling down

Some just fly around.

Inbetween a window

Me in a silent room.

How strangley only to see

But not to be - right there

Inside of this building

with a wall of just so thin

But the outher beauty feels so far away

Inside I can't win.

Outside I feel alive

Outside I feel the thrive

Of all life and want to stay.

But I am inside and can’t

I am inside an banned - from this beauty.

But it’s okay

stitting on my booty and wait

until I can go out and be sure

I will feel great.