I walk through the wasteland alone
My spirit seeking its twin aching to connect
A fruitless task like leafing through an empty tome
Past experience haunts me, indifferent attitudes taunt me
I may drown in this sea of lonliness

I sit and stare at the screen
Its images my only companions
Frozen moments in time from someone elses dreams
Selfinflicting pain that gives me pleasure
My only release my private treasure

Reaching out in cyberspace
Never touching, never knowing what's really there
I know my patronage just adds to my to my despair
But ever hopeful I walk on
Just looking for a place to belong.