The empty gap between the line of truth and dream grows thin,
thoughts flee, visions fade, everything begins to rot within.
diminishing values of my own merits, I yet reach ever far
crumbling or shatter, the body no longer cares.

elusive fantasy, dancing phantom of the misty thin reality,
flipping through the myriads fold of solid air,
is anything ever really ever real or ever near?

hush, the it's all dreams now and I'm sound asleep
or is it reality that has begun, and I am now alive?

Are anything I experience at present true?
The friends I have, the belongs I own, the ideal I believe,
when I wake or sleep, whichever is the one that'll disappear?
the abstract shroud of mist never unmasks my eyes
but when the dirt and dust of dream have drifted far away,
how will I know I am wide awake or dead?

Emotion is like the waves of the ocean,
one pushes over another, becoming stronger,
until it reaches the shore, diminishing to bubbles,
and another, another.

Happiness, Sadness, Jealousy, Anger,
none are permanent, none does linger,
time is the best cure of all living things,
and wait is a must we adjust.

Sorrow arrives, greeting us the hello,
down there we feel, empty husk a hollow.
the world is collapsing, this cannot feel worse,
this emotion is at it's apex.

But just as all things at it's tiptop peak,
it now begins to fall.

greet :: IO ()
greet =
putStr "Greetings! What is your name? "
>>=
_ -> getLine
>>=
\name -> (
putStr "Where are you from? "
>>=
_ -> getLine
>>=
\town ->
let msg = "Welcome, " ++ name ++
" from " ++ town
in putStrLn msg
)

I am a harp that rings the voice of sorrow,
my heartstrings people pluck,
manipulating my mind for their own amusement,
yet still, I wish them joy and luck.

I am a tuba that bellows remorse,
deep echo vibrates through my empty husk,
once this vessel consisted of many affection,
but now, it is all of the secluded past.

I am a drum that strikes rapid frustration,
silence when untouched,
The constant beating always reminds me,
Reality ever struck.

I am a piano that play songs melancholic,
trying to unleash the pain and sadness from within,
but the keys will always be mismatched,
from where my feeling's been.

Upon the sated grass we sit,
enjoying the warm autumn breeze.
eating sandwich, sipping some tea,
waiting for the coming winter freeze.

Calm and relaxed, peace is present,
forgotten of all the pain and torment.
...
But did we really???

<i>it haunts, it gloom, it's always here,
peace is never truly near.
temporary joy is what we dream for,
but life is never fair.

hard working you be, but to no avail,
people will hurt it if they will,
countless time and efforts you spend,
but then your work is back to nil.

friends and family, so much worry,
in your head are thoughts that's flurry,
this and that and this and that,
everything is such a hurry!</i>

the air blows past, comforting my dried skin,
the chilly wind is good with my hot drink.
but the sky grows dark and the time goes thin,
it's time to go home and think.

Reaching hand unable to grasp the goal,
so we retaliate.
but we realise we cannot reach it at all,
I guess it's fate.
now we give up and and sit still,
filled with hate.

On the internet no one knows who you are
you can act differently and not give a single care,
you can make friends, you can have fun,
you can sit and talk with people all the things you've done.

but why should anyone take me seriously,
when all the day, I buffoon jokingly?
putting a pretentious smile upon my stale face,
brief happiness I seek and chase.

Life tangled with messy reality,
seeking refuge with an online personality.
yet the shadow gloom still over the heart,
until the 2 worlds can no longer be told apart.

The seriousness I throw away starts showing online,
the umbra of loneliness begins to show sign.
I must hide all this, it needs to go away
this facade of joyfulness must not sway.

But in the end, my alter ego is still part of the real world,
and sooner or later, it shall be consumed whole.