Three little souls
Off on a journey of who knows?
Each confused, and a little lost
Not quite friends, none labeled 'boss'
And so they came to three way path
They realized at last
Each in turn;
the shy first,
the impulsive second,
the loud one third
Different yes, parting on terms absurd
'come were we can hide!'
'no! Here were we can all dance to time!'
'WITH ME! IN PEACE WE CAN ABIDE!'
No, no, no, was finally spoken
Their link efficiently broken
And as a whole crumpled to the ground
they needed each other, but they were unbound
…so she died, with her soul in pieces