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 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

is change the 'real' obsession?

or with a sense of pretention

do you merely stive for cedible attention?