Eggo the Neotenous

Eggo rolls around.

In his egg.

Fear, his translucent shell.

"It's just me. Rolling around."

Strange things permeate his crust.

They frighten him.

Never lets on mind.

"Meaningless!" He exclaims.

Even when he woke up,

Jumping out of his bed,

Bathed in terror, in a cold sweat,

Panting...

His whole life,

His own thoughts!

(Eggo didn't make it to the pond.

Shellbound by certainty;

He shrivelled up and died nearby)