Around mIRC I met a friend,
In this great world that has no end,
Days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year has gone.
In Istanbul and in Lebanon
Just saw twice my old friend's face,
For life is a fast and terrible race,
I know she likes me just as well,
As in the days when she rang my mobile bell,
We were much younger then,
Enthusiastic and had no shame
And now we are busy, tired men..
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name..
Dita in her work and me the same
"February" she says, "I will travel there"
To Lebanon, to Turkey, anywhere
"Just to lie down, like in the old lazy days,
Watching TV, just me and her"
But February comes and February goes,
And distance between us grows and grows..
On ICQ!- yet miles away,
Empty messages, nothing to say.
"You've got mail Dita"
"Blue is dead."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end:
Around ICQ, a vanished friend……