Overflowing Cup

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