Friends Without Faces

We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means

With our mouse we roam through the rooms with care
in hopes of meeting some friends in there

We chat with each other, we type all our woes
in hoping the Spirit and friendship flows

We wait for somebody to type out our name
not asking for glory, no hassles, no fame

We give praises and hugs and some silly smiles
we tell who we are in various styles

We do form friendships-but-why we don't know
but come of these friendships will flourish and grow

Why is it on screen, we sometimes get bold
telling our secrets, that have never been told

Why is it we share, the thoughts of our mind
with those we can't see, as though we were blind

The answer is simple, but tell someone we must
so we turn to the 'puter' and those we can trust

Even though it's crazy, the truth still remains
they are friends without faces, and odd little names