There’s no point talking until your ears listen
Spouting your views without consideration
Of my world, my perspective and my inner thoughts
Your closed mind a moat surrounding your fort
And what’s the point of your own echo chamber?
Where your words just reflect what you remember
About a selective, cherry-picked reality
Shielding yourself from the words sent from me
I’m not saying I know that I am right
And I’m certainly not into mind-games and fight
But if you don’t try to listen and try to understand
There’ll be no road back and no helping hand