She plays with the men on a website
On a laptop for attention unfelt, real?
Near her spouse, living both inattentively
Reality failed, a virtual success now?
Afraid to go on, to be alone, to live
To be rid of self-wrought chains, to be free
Sullied now in cyber-fulfilling addiction
An emotional deluge creeps forth
In erratic currents as a result
What is the price to others unknown
Who stumble into this chaotic current
Whilst trying to survive its eddies
That ensnaring them in Pandoric past
Perchance this is their existance too?
No more than the drone of digits on a keyboard
A connection of circuits and circumstances
Representing their purpose of life
In an inaccountable world without face
Living in an electronic illusion
Where there are fleeting encounters
That can demand very little of us
Easily controlled, with little response
A shallow world easily closed
But a world so enticing to the lost
Where beauty seen and unseen are unsensed
Where faults are frequently hidden
The mild can roar, rant, and rave
The meek can be great, if only briefly
No one sees the tears they create
Nor the hurt that they uncaringly bestow
Humanity is then lost and numb
Even hardiest laughter is silenced
Sincerity unseen in earnest eyes
Reality becomes unlivablely wrong
Because the mind only sees faults in truth
Happiness is then an actual illusion
Escaping beyond an illuminated screen
Where the imperfect world that must be kept
That is ever present and ever requiring
Perhaps that is real life's quandary
That eventually will change those
In this byteland filled with illusions