Friday, April 17

We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens We all have to wonder, what this possibly means we chat with eachother, and type all of our woes Small groups do we form and gang up on our foes We wait for someone to type our name We want recognition, but it is all the same We do form friendships, but why we do not 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. Even though its crazy the truth remains They are friends without faces, and odd little names .