- We sit and we
type,
- and we stare
at our screens;
We all have to wonder
- what
this possibly means.
- With our
mouse we roam,
- through the
rooms in a maze;
Looking for something, or someone,
- as we
sit in a daze.
- We chat with
each other,
- we type all
our woes;
Small groups we do form,
- and gang up
on our foes.
- We wait for
somebody
- to type out
our name;
We want recognition,
- but it is
always the same.
- We give
kisses and hugs,
- and
sometimes flirt;
In IMs we chat
deeply,
- and reveal
why we hurt.
- We do form
friendships
- -- and
why, we don't know;
But some of these friendships
- will flourish
and grow.
- Why is it on
screen,
- we can be so
bold?
Telling our secrets
- that have
never been told.
- Why is it we
share
- the thoughts
in our mind
with those we can't see,
- as though we
were blind?
- The answer is
simple;
- It's as clear
as a bell.
We all have our problems
- and need
someone to tell.
- We can't tell
real people,
- but tell
someone we must;
So we turn to the computer,
- and to those
we can trust.
- Even though
it is crazy,
- the truth
still remains:
There are Friends Without Faces,
- and odd
little names.
~ Author
Unknown ~
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