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 give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In ICQ 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.
Author Unknown