The Internet

Vast pool of nectar, endless swollen lake,
your taste is so addictive, such a gift –
you tempt the hopeful, minds are set adrift
on journeys for their own intrinsic sake.
Exploring islands kindred spirits make,
where wraith companions change with each wind shift.
Your captivating channels carve a rift
between real life and this, a dream awake.

The internet is fantasy designed
to mimic an exclusive, rich resort.
A haven we accept as undeserved.
We visit there whenever we’re inclined
to sip on sweet illusions we have wrought.
Enchantment, like champagne but unreserved.