random words upon a screen
never spoken, rarely seen
flash upon the reader’s day
evanesce and go away

as a nightclub all of word
people struggle to be heard
just to touch someone, they yearn:
and for others’ touch, in turn

social beings we are born
would with friends our lives adorn
though at times we may have slipped
or have been born ill-equipped

reaching out upon the net
for that one we haven’t met
spinning words and telling tales
both our sad and happy fails

but be true to what you seek
whether brave or ultra-meek
you – you seem okay to me:
write your heart and let it be