“Why do you vibe so sad?
Is the window view that bad?”
and he is told that “I’ve been watching the flowers bloom and die for two weeks, it’s hurtful we’ll die one day, to oblivion lone forgotten” – “what does your show that makes you look so excited?”
And his face lights up, blinking the eyes more than twice, he says
“will you listen to me?
Will you see what I see?
There is this wall, pretty and plain
It’s white with cracks and that look like trains
It has some spiders and lots of webs
Some ants go by and I once saw a crab
All of this excites me more
I’ve been here for months four
I’ve watched this all for days and nights
You should someday come here and see
How fortunate I am to be—that I can feel the joy