by kris on 27/11/08 at 2:36 pm
by Kris Dibou
In the virtual life you’ve led
You’re neither living, nor are dead
You’ve met them all but met no one
Drifting under the pixel sun.
And as you tire of this place
The sun that doesn’t burn your face
The water that won’t make you wet
The death that never will be met
The wind that cannot touch our faces
Wand’ring through virtual places
What then is there in here for you?
Or should I ask you, perhaps, who?