What are we doing
Where are we going
Making you smile
Tooing and froing
Hearing your dreams
Sharing your schemes
Drawing a picture
Weaving the themes
My first thought on waking
My minds undertaking
Help heal your ills
See bonds we are creating
What are we doing
No future or wooing
Seen only in pictures
Foresee dissolution
Imagine your smile
Share your every trial
Play the buffoon
Make you happy for a while
No, we, no full heart
Knew from the start
Never to touch
Always apart
Never see the whole picture
Minds in the mixture
What are you
My star or a stricture
We are dancing the mating game
But on a driverless train
When it gets derailed
Will life ever be the same
When it’s mundane
We will go insane
When we no longer talk
Life will have no refrain.
For those people who meet, chat, fall, fallout,become obsessed during online meetings.
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 