Road Names Poem by Chris Haifley

Connections, human connections, like a canopy over my head,
Daring to touch them will only result in the loss of who I am,
But what am I without (Everyone) ?

I know I'm not purely without it,
I know I have a few connections,
Sprouting from my creating hands and exclusively one from the heart within my chest,
And it's enough to keep me happy, and safe,
Until they stop, and become latent.
Only sensed by me, I can't help but to feel lonely,
For without the threads keeping me up, who am I?
Just a lonely soul, wallowing below the rest,

Like roads leading the way to anywhere you want to go, connections are the way,
The more you have, the higher you are suspended.
Unbreakable threads, tying together entire lives.
When will they learn they can be happy without?