Instrumentality: Part One Poem by Nicholas Neato

I'm breaking down the walls of infinite silence. I expect to find behind it, a vast world of echoing pain. Hurting those who get close to me. Not unwilling to let them in, but forced not to. You see, mankind is destined to truly always be alone. Which brings me to my first question. If it's not for love then what exactly is mankind's purpose? Is it to serve a God? If God created man and man created dolls, are we nothing more then God's dolls? Empty shells only to be filled later with other peoples teachings. Is it possible that we were created merely to fill and complement each others day to day life? Everyone is alone. No one can understand you, no one except you. But what are you? are you nothing more then influence and others judgment? Are you not composed of what others think of you? Your shoes, your pants, your house, is it not created based on another's decision? While your Government tells you your free, the restrictions of nature will never truly let us be free. Are we capable of flight? Not in a plane, just floating in the air. No, because gravity assures us we can't. Just the same as the misunderstanding of another humans needs and feelings, is the reason mankind can never love each other. On the other hand mankind cannot live without each other. And therefor, mankind will live with each other but will truly live alone.