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!

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