Before my eyes I see a wall
12,000 miles high
And the same amount wide
Within that wall are faces
Of people
To whom I could once relate
Now communication seems hard
When there's an ego barrier to break through
Opinions of self opinion
Cloud a new horison
The vision a mere illusion
Blased in conclusion
Trapped in seclusion
To the outside - exclusion
When an attitude is so bia**ed
What can you expect to change?
Banging your head
But the walls are not moving
It's enclosing
Burning so much energy
Enthusiasm burning
Is change the 'real' obsession?
Or with a sense of pretention,
Do you merely strive for credible attention???