IS THERE A WAY?

Is there a way to your mind?
Common ground of some kind,
Is not something I could find;
Just words caught in a bind.

Is there a way to your heart?
Though keen to play the part,
It's hard to know where to start.
Cos' persuasion is no easy art.

Is there a way to your soul?
With eyes cold as the North Pole
And morals lost in a Black Hole,
You're a prisoner with no parole.

So, is there a way to you at all?
If every message and every call
Only meets a solid brick wall,
I'll just walk away feeling tall.