Lovely, online friend of mine
Of personal, virtual disguise
At times, a question escapes my guise
"What rests behind those tired eyes?"
Such peculiar habits you present here
While most a collection of your past peers
Often conscious hesitation is very clear
What experience caused this social fear?
Well recognised, but not well connected
These are just the friendships you’ve invented
Why audibly ponder on a life you've pretended
What others could you have truly affected?
How do you pierce the bubble you've laid yourself in,
When stark organisation is "creativity's sin"
And abhorrent authority makes it difficult to pin
If this is your cycle, then how do you win?
Issues of us humans come and go
Some stick around for longer, though
Albeit, our mortality eventually goes
Still fear what others often joke?
More insipid days, of missing the dawn
Clinging to what's not worth more than a yawn
Certain hope has misplaced itself somewhere far gone
What really pushes to brazen on?
A courteous laugh to the question's thought
You just reiterate your stories of nought
You'd be in my arms if not for the distance
How do you prove your reason for existence?