The window and the door

F
I'm looking throw the window now, and I see an old woman that watches outside from the 1st floor, in front of me. I think she puts her body over the things: now she is the rain, now she is the car, now she is the tree. But she doesn't watch me, because she doesn't want to be me; the reason is that I'm in a similar situation, like her I'm inside a building, prisoner.

T
I just want to tell you… You are not a prisoner… you are free,… much more than others, I really know that,… you maybe just don’t see that the door is open wide because you just look outside the window and you ignore the door…