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 rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit and daze
We chat with each other, we type out all 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 & hugs and sometimes flirt
In PC's 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 & 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 clear as a bell
We all have our problems,  and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people,
but to tell someone we must
So we turn to the 'puter,  and those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy,  the truth still remains
They are FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES,  and odd little names.












Web Author: Richard