sometimes one day is like the next
you can probably feel it in the text
those machines you use with your hands
traveling the world those distant lands
from one to others astral bodies connect
coming together they select
which is for one and which is for all
not confused but on the ball
stories narrated for and from
these people looking for a little fun
bored emptiness now filled with life
with cyberspace they end their strife
interested in what they might find
someplace somewhere the people are kind
the views about truths they will face
knowing what to do just in case
to share each others intellect
and to place that cause into effect