Recompiled

Recompiled (I forgot when I wrote this but it was somewhere in 2014)

As I grow I learn many things,
Meet many people,
Build upon friendships,
Eventually forming bonds.
But what becomes of us in this dream called life?
Friendships can become meaningless.
Bonds turned into smoldering ash!
Don't you see?
All of this "life" we're given..
Nothing but data and calculations.
What if? Why? How? When? Where...?
All questions answered in our little solace,
Our cyberspace.
And what happens when we dream?
Little stories of what if and what's to come,
All recompiled here,
In our cyberspace.
And as we confront these machinations of our lust for knowledge,
We ask ourselves...
Is this real?
Is this a dream?
But who's to honestly say?
So all we can do is store all of our thoughts together,
Dormant or not.
And where are our thoughts as we clash swords with our "friends?"
Bickering and fighting,
Nothing less of a battle to the death in an arena.
But I ask again...
Where are our thoughts when we need them most?
I would say the answer is clear...

All of our thoughts and memories and dreams..

Recompiled together...

In our cyberspace...