A story is a riddle wrapped up in a rhyme. Let me tell you one.
There was once a girl, happy as can be, she used to skip oh so happily.
Then one day, Life took her by the hand, and left her with no will to stand.
People 'helped' though they would vary, but all she had seen left her wary.
They tried to help her, console her, fix her, but no-one in the world could manage to stir,
her desire for existing and desire for being.
For she also had a love for seeing, the world, in all its broken glory.
Now the girl hides away, preferring to live and to stay,
stuck behind a computer screen.