Planet Ember

Coloured lights. Loud music. Unidentifiable conversation.
All of which make up the atmosphere of this alien world.
Inhabitants live in their own bubbles
While the universe around them washes over their faces,
Passes by and is ignored, like it has never existed.

Defining moments flow past as a stream,
Though few are ever picked out by the bubble people
Unless it happens to concern them and them alone.
Communication between bubbles is non existent
Unlike communication between themselves,
So the bubble people can only obtain knowledge held within,

Unless they take flight into the unknown,
And reach and hope to dream
Of knowledge beyond their comprehension,
Though how can they fly if they refuse to jump?

A seemingly social bubble are the foundations
Of an antisocial universe.
Each is unknowingly oblivious to the next,
And without intentions the water flow stops
Until the bubble people are drowned by their own misdeeds,
With no one to help them, as there is no one there.

Soar out to touch the unknown bubbles,
And start anew with the knowledge you gain,
But never lose sight of bubbles where you have been
In fear of the flow stopping altogether
We must all unite; all peoples, one dream.