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 .
