Am I the Digital King

Like a spider I weave my web to live My day begins with login Ends with logoff Password activates my soul, brings it alive Find peace with friends’ online, offline Chatting, sending messages of mine Logging me in different roles Find company in many, love in few Web is my kingdom Live like a king with many wives Free to befriend those who love Free to shun those who hate Is web my prey or am I its victim? Deeply embedded in this web of mine I dread the day, everything goes offline To be declared dead before am actually dead.