Virtual Reality

Why is it That no man can walk alone Without being burdened with sorrow That we measure our worth Solely on the opinions of others Why is it that an inanimate object can claim So much of our lives and replace all Need for any real sentiment Why is it That we've allowed the internet to be Our go to for comfort, our refuge, our God What excuse have we chosen to isolate ourselves From a world we fear to hate While it is true that this medium has Taken over our lives by giving A false illusion of being connected to one another When the reality is that we are all here For the same reason - The need to fill a void That's what keeps us hooked Everyday, requests come in come out but Very few who gain access to you Ever speak or ever care to do so At the end of the day, we are Just another annoying post waiting to be deleted Another face waiting to be blocked or erased All the while, someone who truly cares Is waiting but ignored Someone who truly cares Someone who truly matters Someone we can see eye to eye,face to face The only real embrace