Lyric Walls of Confinement

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 biassed
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???