A Cyber Dream

I had this dream
All bits formed a stream

There was green grass, there was blue sky
There was virus, there was spy

Only in a living house
I saw a moving mouse

A machine became my host
I had to log on as a guest

I'm no longer called by name
Only the ID could be my fame

People were fishing in the 'net
Almost everything you could get

Shutting down the window
Whole world was in shadow

Everything out of the memory
I dumped this in the diary