When in my youth I conversations held
I spoke to those I saw and met, save none.
But in this age when with the world we meld
My thoughts and visions far and wide might run.
How long I felt aloof, my dreams my own
For never could I share them with my kind.
But when the ether made for us a home
My comrades gathered joyful I could find.
A thousand thoughts I wished that I could mold
I whispered to myself instead. Like me,
How many others left their thoughts untold
Thus lost like treasures cast into the sea?
A thousand thoughts and not one could we save;
Now from their ripples we might spawn a wave.
(Written at the behest of the Google Wave team.)
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