Connection Lost

Here stands the will of man while in thought of bonding

I do not need the speech of a brother or damsel in my ears

Lodging in the lounging spaces of my thoughts

Providing what they would assume is soothing or inspiring

Clearly, trusting others or even being open to hang out is out of the question

For the investment of one's time into another binds moments where they can take care of themselves

They cannot help but be selfish with what they possess

So their possessions of a tangible or intangible state remain in thought

Fought for with no intent to be spread about

No words of encouragement will ever be given out

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As our cybernetic reality replaces our humanistic routines

We've demeaned the masses for streams of income and entertainment

Face it

The more robotic the conveniences, the more conveniently we free ourselves from the necessity of social interaction

The chance to connect with humanity and God submerged relentlessly into the dirt

While we unearth ever-evolving ways to stray from connecting with others

We've demonized the idea that compassion exists, and filled our mouths to the edge of our lips with financial soliloquy

Preferably favorable chances to bond become situations inviting the onslaught of human ego

Anything for socialization to broken amongst mankind

We're witnessing the loss of our humanity

Right before our very eyes