Analysis of Perspective

As I peer from my one window I see the street below,
               I see people walk their dogs, drive their cars,
                               and so.
I remember then, what it was like,
               when it I could do.
Before I stumbled naively into places were you are not
               allowed go.
I  looked around quickly, saw I did not belong there and
               swiftly tried to leave,
The arcane shadow forces led me into a snare,
                it drew hard upon me, then I could believe.
So to this place I've been held.