We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouses 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 its always the same.
We give kisses and hugs and sometimes we flirt,
In rooms we chat deeply and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but why - we dont 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's 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 on the computer and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains,
They are friends without faces and with odd little names.
by Rusty Black
Copyright©1996 Rusty Black
Friends Without Faces
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