Sunday, November 6, 2011


Sixty dollars buys a key
Unlocks a door to virtual reality
Cowboys, soldiers, war torn lands
Adventure waiting for all who enter

Ten minutes here, or twenty there
Hopping time zones or characters
Good and evil reduced to the screen
Life at home, safe as can be

Where have all the heroes gone?
Old ones dead and new ones where?
Safe in bed or a reclining chair?
Carefree as unicorns in magical lands?

Old ones died exploring or fighting
No guarantees of anything provided
Their legacies lived out and written
Freedom purchased for us left behind

Battles of injustice loom far and near
Who will fight now and have no fear?
What will it take to open more doors?
Is there a key to turning virtual off?