Poetry: Symmetry and Reflections

Alone Together

It seems lately now that many of us are losing Voice

Partly due to circumstance but ultimately a choice

There's too much to take in and not enough time to put out

My fears were once a whisper, but is building to a shout

The Beatles asked about lonely people and where they all come from

But if we're truly honest, we've all added to this sum

We seem to want attention while hiding in the shadows

Invisible nooses 'round all our necks, silently marching to the gallows

It's easy to find the problem, just look around, its clear!

Realistically we'll find it by looking in a mirror

Loneliness so familiar to us yet we think we're all alone

The only glow on our faces, from staring mindlessly at our phones

Our lives compacted to rectangles, all-consuming, hearts bereft

We touch more plastic and glass, than we seem to touch flesh

Alien to our own surroundings, we alienate ourselves

Bowing down to this deity that's all-knowing and handheld

Thinking its better with comfort zones, living without conflict

Why bother with expanding, when we can simply sit?

Let's just find another who corroborates and thinks like me

Then I don't have to mature, and build up walls systematically

I'd rather hide as an ostrich, oh but here's one even better!

I can pretend it's okay to friends and fam with lots of pics and letters

Surrounded by people always, but separate myself

Tuning them out when I don't need them, yet hear when I need help

This is what we live in, and we all must learn to break free

If we don't, we'll live as zombies in this brain-dead society

Why think for ourselves when we have others or a machine?

Living a nightmare from what was supposed to be a sweet dream

Comparing to profiles of people perpetuating something real

Convinced by emotions it's true if it's simply what we feel

You can't find your own place in outward people and fake grins

You'll find yourself only if you would just look within

Break out our trumpets and smash down these wireless walls of Jericho

If we simply open ourselves, we'll live more than we'll ever know.