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 once could relate.
Now communicating seems hard,
When there's an ego barrier to break through.
Opinions of self opinion
Cloud a new horizon,
The vision a mere illusion.
Biased in conclusion,
Trapped in seclusion,
To the outside - exclusion.
When an attitude is so biased,
What can you expect to change?
Banging your head,
But the wall's not moving,
It's enclosing.
Burning so much energy
Enthusiasm burning