Friends Without Faces Poem by Michael Olakunle Adesanya

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 in a maze,
Looking for something or someone,
As we sit in a daze.

We chat with each other,
We type all our woes...
Small groups we do form,
And gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody
To type out our name...
We want recognition,
But it's always the same.

We give kisses and hugs,
And sometimes flirt...
In IM's we chat deeply and
Reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships,
But why we don't 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.
Why is it we share?
The thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see,
As though we were blind.

The answer is simple,
It is as 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 to the 'putter
And to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy,
The truth still remains...
They are Friends without Faces
And odd little names.