Walls of Confinement

Before my eyes I see a wall 12000 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 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 walls are not moving It's enclosing Burning so much energy Enthusiasm burning Is change the 'real' obsession? Or with a sense of pretension Do you merely strive for credible attention???