When we enclose ourselves in a bubble

We entrap our minds and souls in trouble

For we prevent our total interaction

With others who have given sanction



To our habits, clothes & personalities

And thus walk in another path which frees

Us from identification thru names & labels

And so then we can do anything we are able



Within the confines of the cyber universe

And thus we don't even have to rehearse

Things we write and the things we do 

For if it all goes wrong & makes us blue



Then we can walk out of it and come back in

As something else we've concocted - a mask thin

Which may hide our more recent discretions

But it really does nothing at all to lessen



The deception which we are now carrying out

As we pretend we are a whole new person about

But the truth is we are always the very same

For the personality doesn't change - therefore

                             it's all a game!



- Tristram