Don’t worry if I seem a little bit apart

In my family life, I think “It’s time to part”

Going out from this “home” is all I wish to do

Into reality that I’ll discover too

Nevertheless, PC’s are still a part of me

Thirteen years I have spent in those connected worlds

Even if my parents still see them with their words

Going in, going out, without hitting me though

Relax well, ‘cause one day, I’ll make the final blow

And both real and bits worlds will hear about my name

Thirteen letters (Good? Bad?) and everything but shame

Eventually marching towards independence

Diverting for ever my two parents’ grievance