We sit and we type and we stare at our screens We all have to wonder what this possibly means. Our little mouse roams through the rooms in a maze, Looking and sniffing, as we sit and gaze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes. And gossip at length of our friends and our foes. We sit waiting for someone to type out our name. We want recognition, but it's always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we flirt, We chat often and deeply about why we hurt. We form a few friendships, but why we don't know But some of these friendships will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen that we dare be so bold? The telling of secrets that have never been told? Why is it we share all the thoughts in our mind With those we can't see, as though we were blind?
The answer is simple and 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, to those whom we trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains: We are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.