In cyberspace their is a race
Of people who want a different space
Who want to add a layer on
To make new friends not take them home
Some of them just pass us by
Touch our lives, make us, laugh or cry
Others linger sharing stories
Of life or love and other glories
Some become firm friends indeed
Others want to flirt, different creed
For some the magnet feels so strong
However the story weaves is it right or wrong?
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 