On a crowded bus
Yet still a lonely man
Everyone is encased
In an electronic cocoon
Created by cell phones
Enforced by mp3 players
Lost in an artificial reality
Unaware of their surroundings
Of the small child crying
Of the drunk sleeping away
Of the accident to the left
Of anything outside their cocoon
A bus full of lonely butterflies
No chatter amongst them
No friendly exchanges made
Just each butterfly sitting
Waiting to get to their stop
A sad view of what we've become
A society connected to the world
Yet disconnected from each other
A society that knows information
About a place they will never visit
Alas they don't even know anything
About their own next door neighbor
Who is totally lost and separated
In their own electronic cocoon
