If you walk long through the net, You might find someone you won’t forget — Someone who walks the same path as you, With whom your soul feels bright and true. With whom you feel joy at each meet, And such a friend is rare, complete. These people are so few, so kind — The ones your fate has intertwined. Let others envy, let them stare — It won’t diminish what you share. Joy must be given, passed along — That’s why it was to you bestowed. I don’t praise wandering online — But where else can a friend you find? I haven’t stepped outside my door, I’ve even forgotten what “to go” is for. The net has bonded us, it’s true, But tied us down — and held us too. Not of our time, not of our touch, Not of the words that mean so much… Not warmth of hands, not honest grace — Is your virtual soul in its right place?
