THIS VIRTUAL WORLD

To be in agony, just pining of suspence,
To stare at the screen with great desire,
To live with hope, forgetting common sense,
And day and night to feel the nervous wire.
And to observe incandescence of love,
To hate the coming winter's melting point,
To dream of time, of pleasure, the above,
To mad oneself, if net is out of joint.
Then to absorb the coloured lines of words,
To honey loneliness with private chats for sure,
To get exhausted, to become mature,
To run away in kisses afterwards,
To breathe new life with frosty evening dark,
To spread the wings for flying in the air,
To seek for fortune though unreal, stark,
Avoiding to fall into despair.
This messy and unbearable world
To substitute for virtual disaster,
To blame them both, to scold and, making bold,
To conquer them, to win, to seize, to master.

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