INTROSPECTION
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 Here I am in cyber, lost and all alone
 wishing I could find a place, to finally call my home
 in this world of make believe, no body counts but ME
 it doesn't matter what I do, no one will ever see.

 who are we kidding? just kidding ourselves
 we are lost and lonely people, sitting here all by ourselves
 why are we all so lonely? why do we not care?
 souls are lost and searching, what will we really find in there?

 little plastic people, at little plastic desks
 little plastic keyboards, little plastic mess
 little plastic chatrooms, little plastic talk
 little plastic bedrooms, little plastic fuck.

 maybe we should all get out, and meet for real somewhere
 maybe then we would all find out, that we do know how to care
 nothing like the real world, to bring you back to earth
 nothing like a broken heart, reminds you what you're worth.

 nothing like a shattered dream, from those who run away
 then change their names and go right back, and hurt again next day
 with little plastic feelings, and lies they have to tell
 not knowing who they're hurting, this cyber world is hell.

 reach out beyond the plastic, reach out beyond the lies
 reach out and touch each person, stop destroying sorry lives
 understand the feelings, in this plastic world,
 even though you can not touch them, they are lonely boys and girls.

 if we do not improve the treatment; of each other in this place
 too soon I fear we will become, a plastic human race.
 Respect and love each other, even here in cyberspace
 the one destroyed, may one day get to gaze upon your face.

 and in this day of judgment, no plastic people will be found
 only those who's hearts were broken, who's dreams were dashed upon the ground
 bitter angry people, that is who you'll find
 if all you do is lie and hurt, that's all you leave behind.

 Feb.8/1997