We all have to wonder,what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam,throgh 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 nd hugs,and sometimes flirt
in IM's we chat deeply,and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships-but-why we don't know
But some of these friedships,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 cant 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 cant tell real people,but tell someone we must
So we turn to the "puter",and to those we trust.
Even though it is crazy,the truth still remains
They are friends without faces,and odd little names.
~~Author unknown~~
© 1999 
