One soul, separated from the outer world by four walls, Held inside by a door. Standing on a chair To clean the dirty spots on the outside of the glass. Ignoring the creaking sound beneath the soul's body, Letting the chair play its game, From side to side, To the left, And to the right, Once, Twice, Until one of the chair's legs gives out, Leaving the soul surprised, Watching the body fight for a handhold, Finding only the empty space of the window.