Virtual Embrace

[intro]
I was seventeen, give or take a year,
With a hand-me-down screen and a heart full of fear,
While the real world knocked and the real world changed,
I found a little square of dirt I could rearrange.
Punching trees in the evening, building walls in the rain,
Making something from nothing just to do it again,
And the sun came up softly through a window of blue—