Much More To Explore

There is so much more in this life,
To explore.
With life given to be blessed,
A doing to adventure...
Some, not all it, done to experience.
Too many choose,
A picking of comfort zones.
To surround themselves...
Within walls and fences.
Done to periodically,
Schedule a trip where they've already visited.
And then to complain no time to have,
For a walk to take to escape their boredom.
A boredom to love yet refuse to leave.
Even if this should mean,
Going to a park to sit  alone and quietly.
To notice the grass and leaves on trees.
Without fearing the squirrels.
Or the buzzing of bees with this to believe,
Everything out of their comfort zone...
Has intention to get in one's business.
Spying on them to make their own.
And without permission or condone.

Much more to life there is to explore.
Without to sneak peeks,
At the neighbors next door.
The ones choosing to care less,
If they walk up and down the street.
In the humidity of Summer's heat.
And nearly butt naked.
While knowing every move they make,
Is explored to adventure...
Imaginations salivated to create.
With a wanting to kiss.
And touch what is wished.
Yet will not open a door to explore,
Adventuring the possibilities.
Coming to go and them to miss.

'What...
Are you doing with those binoculars?'

'YOU NEARLY SCARED ME TO DEATH.
Why are you home so early?
I had been watching the birds.'

'The ones flying?
The ones chirping in the trees.
Or the ones walking down the street?'