A great expanse of white,
Tiny speckles, little grey spots
The wind sweeps past invisible,
Everything plain to see, everything hidden away
I know not where I am,
If it were not for a map on screen,
I would not know the name of my exact location,
But even when it tells me, it makes no difference
Floating free, but never unbound,
An attempt at flight,
At stepping off the carousel,
At escape.
