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