Perspectives and opinions have obscured my view
As I look through my window
I can only see half of what I used to
Locked in to a cycle of lifestyles
That I have become all too dependant on
Entitlement dictates where my loyalty lands
And it tries to decide my fate
My opinion seems engrained
My view has been shortened
Tell me, why is it so hard to see
Beyond the fence that encircles me?
Is it with a buried head in the sand?
What you're saying doesn't ring true to me
Words come out that revolve away from what I believe
And with that, my guard goes up
I seek out those who validate
What I think and what I say
I disregard all those who
Challenge me and question you
A one-track mind keeps my shoes
Shuffling forwards on this well-worn path
My guard goes up
You won't be speaking those opinions
Into my already overflowing cup
