What have we become? - unfinished poem

It's apparent to me,
your wall of glass,
pushing without a pass,
previously invisible to me.

It becomes apparent,
- far to late,
increasing at far to quick a rate -
when the wall crashes over me, painful and transparent.

Here I gaze,
uncomfortably far,
standing on a solidified star -
yearning for golden rays.

I admit, times do change,
yet reluctantly I stand,
at the foot of this ever-changing land,
we stare - unfamiliar, and strange.