Isolationism

Strangers sneak by my sidewalk air Trying hard to dodge any stare Rolling their bubble around mine Keeping distance by breaking line So sad is this solitude, but to say so is rude To let them know you're not a number is crude Yes, any emotion shown strips us full blown nude And to talk with any interest is only to intrude Two pass by holding hands with smiles worn Yet the expressions seem so forlorn I don't quite get their reasoning; I hate but love it Their blissfully ignorant joy revolts, yet makes me covet They keep perfectly prepared yet still scared Like the shame game they play is their master Everything shared is a trap ensnared So instant gratification comes faster I want to be equal, but the more I find the less I like I can't give respect or dominion to a lie-laden Reich It is right to fight, for I want people to show their light I wish this game of "don't know, don't care" would leave my sight