Much like Marshmello’s Alone,
Made up she was, of a rare bone.
Not like a quark, not the town’s muse,
But a neutrino, solitary and recluse.
Questions aplenty, Answers much did she seek,
Dearth of a company, she grew meek.
Trembled in despair, she set in motion,
Silent she became, she became One with the Ocean.