I am sitting in a restaurant sharing brekkie with a bunch
It's a beautiful Sunday morning
Not really that far from lunch
I am overlooking the ocean and the beauty of the beach
But overwhelmed with guilt as I consider the people out of reach
As I fill my gluttonous face
With food I don't really enjoy
The guilt hits me harder for I know it's not a ploy
I ponder on the less fortunate
And how they would perceive
The man and his castle
And his life of make believe
How could I make a difference if any at all
If I live in a cocoon
Surrounded by a wall .......