Limited

As long as i sit here i can pretend there is nothing more
Only woods in front of me alive with the singing of the birds
The grass stretching like a field and the squirrels enjoying 
The trees soaring from branch to branch alone in the light
Of my own little island amidst all the noise and confusion 
That stands just beyond the yard as i stand and the picture all
Melts into traffic and bright lights blinding the night 
Shutting out the stars and the vast expanse of a private wood
As long as i stay here on the floor i can create my false 
Perspective but that is not life lived or hearing the voices 
From afar it is only shutting the door on reality so instead
This is the temporary sanctuary of the day where
Do You find a perspective changed, isn't it time to explore 
Out beyond the fence of limitedness and change the view