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