Virtual reality: a sonnet

If I refuse to go into that room
It is because I do not understand
If what's beyond that door does hold my doom
Or if it is a sweet enchanted land.


What I will see in there is never real
What is done there in truth does not exist
And though such games do have a mass appeal
I shall not put my name upon that list


My own reality is good to me
I don't need virtual to fill my days
I'm happy with the world that I can see
And touch and feel.  I'm set in my old ways.


If virtual reality could change
The bad to good, a trip there I'd arrange.