But they miss what I see in the shadows

They think that just by saying friend

That I will never see the end of something started yesterday in cyberspace.

Can it replace

The stories woven over time

In paint and picture, rythme, rhyme?

How Joplin, stealing busted flat,

But being there together, that

Was living.

And where were you when 

They used a pen?

They'll ask again.

Hiding in the shadows?

There's angry birds out there.

A  world to share 

That nobody has time to care but many hours to shout.

About

The clumsy kid and what he did but not why he hid

In the shadows.

So Google this and Dongle that and ask

Is it really that so hard

To turn around

And say "Good Day" "Bon Jour"

And "If I may"

point out there is a world in play.

In the shadows.