The Matrix makes us sit and type
Spill our hearts with lonely grace
Live our lives like hermits
Where the world is not: In cyberspace
Yet to the worlds we connect
To many thousands at their place
We go our way sometimes alone
No look back; nor leave a trace
Carrying memories that were from nothing
Too intense We face
This unreal dream of need and want
Then we delete and erase,
We seek the grand and great affair
We end up with the common place
We try once more again to build
Upon this cyber base.
We thrill at kill and love the chase!
The black leather
The white lace lay on the vitual floor
As dreams keep pace!