The insignificants

In a dark cell with bars so cold stands many allianced cells, all working towards a common goal- a goal to be something larger than just a single cell. A mass of life congregating into the frame of something with the drive to escape the increasingly shrinking cell. Pressed to escape, staring out while so many masses stare in. To feel is to see, to see is to hear, to hear is to smell, to smell is to taste, to taste is to be, to be free of the bars. Answer me this, why are they, the cells granted the gift of life? And why are they united as one superior human? The trapped human believes the power lies in him to control the masses which make him up, but doesn't understand that the mass is a democracy with no one cell superior to the next. Forms what he thinks are his words, captures images with his eyes, but doesn't realize what he believes in has always been a lie. It isn't birds that fly, and fish don't swim, when his breath stops the cells die.