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 we flirt,
In irc we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships-but-why, don't we 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 clear as a bell,
we all have our problems, and need someone we must 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 our friends without faces and odd little names.