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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???