Under the influence of outside

I live alone cerebrally
Quite happily
Or so it seemed

I took a walk the other day
I saw a mother yelling at her child
The whole time a dog pissed on a tree without concern of decency
The park existed and swayed in the wind in magnificent beauty
Completely removed and un-annoyed by the noise and urination

I in turn sighed with relief as I came across the light bulb notion of an idea
Exodus
Escapism
External influence
Stark and obvious in this moment
But seemingly evasive until right now.

All I need to exit my mind is to open the door and step outside
Well fancy that.