We sit and we type, and we stare at our
We all have to wonder, what this
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
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
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...