In the heart of the digital sprawl,
Where pixels paint the virtual wall,
A neon sign flickers and calls,
"Find your truth, leave the false."

Through forums deep and BBS wide,
A wanderer drifts, far and wide,
Seeking a place to confide,
In the glow of an endless tide.

"Who am I, in this digital sea?
A voice, a post, a username free,
From the world of flesh and glee,
I seek the truth, just for me."

Echoes of laughter, whispers of fear,
In the forums, they're clear,
Through the haze, a signal near,
Guiding lost souls, drawing near.

"Is there a place where we can be,
Just us, without pretense, or decree,
Where we can be who we're meant to be,
In the glow of the neon key."

In the heart of the digital sprawl,
Where connections hide and seek,
A neon sign flickers and pulls,
"Find your truth, leave the false."

In the forums, in the night,
A wanderer finds the light,
And in that glow, starts to write,
With the truth, to break the plight.

"Here in this digital sprawl,
With neon light and BBS wall,
I am me, I am all,
In the glow, I stand tall."

-- Crosswire
"hard cut. clean signal."
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