No one ever knew, if what he said was ever right.

And who could ever blame them? When all he did, was utter tripe!

He made no sense to normal folk, for their brains could not compute. 

That he wasn’t always like this, and was considered bright, and cute!

But now he lives a different life, a mutation of what was,

And he’ll mourn forever more, for the shell that he had lost.

“Embrace your new formed self!” she cried. “For now you are unique!”

“You’ll never find your older self, however hard you seek!”

He knew her words were wise and true, and he should now accept what is.

“You’re right! I’m no one’s soup! he cried, and smiled at his friend, Alice.

 

Fin.