False Connections

Enclosed in our own cages, 
Alone in flesh and blood, 
As endless fire rages, 
We're swept away in the flood. 

Always in sight of others, 
Yet no glimpse inside their prison, 
All smiles, though we're smothered 
By the waters that have risen. 

Vibrations through the air,
Placing thoughts inside our heads, 
As though ideas reach our hidden lair, 
We all make our own beds. 

What makes us survive gives us hope,
Hope grounded in nothing, 
We can't reach, though we grope, 
And we call these fake ties loving. 

Forever alone, deluding ourselves, 
That smeared shapes and air patterns are connections, 
Faring alone in our own private Hells, 
We'll never see others through our own reflections.