Enter The Poet - Proving What Is Proven

I sit and stare at the computer screen before me,
        Contemplating other places, I could very well be.

How foolish is this time I spend on this PC of mine,
        I'm longing for some comfort, or to express love, so divine.

I sit and type my heart, my ideas, and the things on my mind,
        Does anyone really care of my hopes, or am I wasting my time?