A pure raw emotion
Shared a shabby shed
With a grumpy lad
And got fed up
With that

She looked for answer
In her quest
Whether she was happy
Or depressed
A funny thought
One day came by
Why not to fly?

And off she went
Into the ceiling -
And left a dent
The sea of boiling soup
Beneath
Was not to miss
She dived
Deep into the pot
And boiled and splashed…
Now fully cooked
Depressed she looked
And smelled like soup..

In her disturbed elated state
She opted to evaporate,
Precipitate,
And start anew..