- 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 |