Moving here and moving there
Moving a million miles
With eyes red, eyes dead
Tapping a million times.

It's no teleport, no  airplane,
No magical ride
Instead of walking out the doors
In the pixels we confide.

Aimless tip-tap like water drops
Ticking as sound of time
Punching letters, beating keys,
Trying to make a rime.

Lovely surfs, lovely speed,
Not so lovely is sleep,
When the ghost of eyes
Stuck in the mist of lies
Screen to screen takes a leap.

Pixels here, pixels there,
Pixels all around,
Life here, life there,
Real life all gone.