communea tea
a distant dream
evaporates
like self issteam
there is no hurting hand to hold
no family to be distressed
no hearth where triumphs can be told
no one to be impressed
some oneder im depressed
confidence trick
aim for the screen
looking to click
hope to be seen
by connections true seduced
vain glories we exaggerate
imperfections so reduced
perhaps we will evaporate
thats not the word it isnt we
nor you (me)
nor i (me)
just
me and me
we (me) must be (me) mad we (me) must
to look at screens as really seeing
what a way of being
you and i (we) getting lost in the meing
-x2A