Friends Without Faces

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 hugs, and sometimes
flirt,
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we
hurt.
We do form friendships – but – 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 is 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 ‘puter, and to
those we can trust.

          

Even though it is crazy, the truth still
remains,
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd
little names.

deed for another
day,
Morning has come in a special
way,

May you smile like the sunny rays
&
Leave your worries for some other
day…

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...

Article written by Gul

Leave a Reply