Tuesday Random Prompt

Use all of the following in a poem: "a culture of solitude", "faithful blue sky" and "where we still discover"
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Walking through the concrete jungle,
with hard, grey cement under my feet.
I think about a culture of solitude, which seems to me
to be the one we've imposed on ourselves these days.

The faithful blue sky shines down on the glass and cement,
The busy people bustling to and fro
With no time for eachother
Eyes on blackberries, pushing and shoving
Hustling and bustling,
The world continues on without a thought.

This is the world where we all live,
where we don't need face to face interaction.
The world where we still discover
new ways, to keep ourselves alone and sequestered.