Lying here, before the glow,
Lights are turned way down low;
As images dance before my eyes,
Another day of troubled sighs;
As the world closes in from outside,
Into the machine I run and hide;
A virtual world, a virtual life,
A place not filled with pain and strife;
A place where I can dance and run,
And fly, play, and have some fun;
Where pain does not rule my days,
And I feel freedom in so many ways;
Where a family loves me,
That I have not lost;
Where they will stay with me,
No matter the cost;
And though It has it's share of drama,
They can save it for their mama;
But I'm thin and muscular in there,
Slick, suave and debonair;
Who knows? Might find me a wife,
There in my Second Life.