Virtual........

Boards, lessons, spaces and people

Far from real, all virtual

Are we ought to act real?

World is never the same

As a river stooping down 

You may never set afoot to the same

Sweet are the days of old

Where honour and truth

Were the highest virtues, around

Lies in fake skins despised

Very things once cast aside

Glorified anew, a normal they call

Stranger, the ways of fate

The very stone masons condemned 

Was crowned at the edge 

Aren't we all dancers on stage? 

Moving to a divine tune

Of the most high