An Image Of Perfection

Cyber space fancy flies its flawless facades

waving those masks and banners of fabrication,

creating worlds and personalities

with no cracks nor crevices,

matchless in their illusions

and when expressed by a pure artist

they become masterpieces of seduction.

 

But it is a net mirage of mental myths,

how quickly it evaporates

when exposed to reality’s light.

 

Still we love the plain of web enchantment

holding those portraits

that real life can never preserve,

as long as we admire them

for their portals to paradises

matching the one’s of our sleep,

never treating them as thrill rides

we expect to become truth.

 

A little distraction at a monitor screen

in words or pictures we use as magic carpets

gives us a voyage out of labyrinths

where we dwell and dream.

 

It is only a cancer

if we stop holding onto the ticket in our keyboard,

reminding that it is only a land of fairy tales,

never the key to evolving our own existence,

letting it eat away at our sanity.

 

What a blessing the lore of spellbound thoughts

can bring when wrapped in URL wands

providing it is balanced by awareness

there is no perfection

in the actual shelter of our minds.

 

How many have been lost to server cemeteries

who overstayed their visits

until it became an addiction

leaving them trapped in a dimension of disappointment.

unable to keep discerning fact from fiction.