Condensation moves
My view of the world
Distant trees stand
Distorted by condensation

Wild wind whistling
Rain lashes the outside
Near and far from me
Whistling outside prison

Ceiling light reflection
Raindrops dance in my light
Outside night creeps slowly
My view reflects only me

Condensation sets in
Rain running down, down
Outside is a dreamland
Rain, wind and whispers

My warm prison is artificial
My view clear in my reflection