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.