It is a busy stream here in this place,

Like a freeway, sometimes busy, sometimes slow,

This is no ordinary stream, it is a stream of people, each with their own unique face,

These people seem bent on their path, always on the go,

Some on their cell phones, some with food in their hands,

Some with their CD players, listening to their favorite rock bands,

There are even a few in the company of friends or co-workers,

All these people are completely unaware that I watch them all,

Some of them I even recognize, some band members, some fellow gamers,

Each person with their unique features, the short and the tall,

So it is here I sit as the viewer,

Hoping by chance that my smile can catch a friend like a lure,

That together we can play this silly game,

Looking for another friend in that stream with a familiar name.