Solitary I

Why are we so thirsty to connect?
Why is it we never quite expect
A gentleness, a smile, a piercing eye?
Why have we instead accepted dullness? Why?
We confuse conformity with respect.
We store up platitudes and collect
Clich├ęs as if words themselves could satisfy.
I watch it all from a distance, piercing eye
Searching for another, wondering why,
And hoping that my answer's incorrect.