Show me everything you think I am, and I will show you who you are.

The seeds that made me so bizarre? Well they were sewn by you.

The train car I was thrown from has been abandoned, long-ago.

I know what I was supposed to be, But it gave up the ghost before the orchids came into view.

Shiny red apples, shiny green apples.

“Shiny red apples are we!” But I will not sing your fight song for I do not know the words.

My armor is far too impregnable for any verse to traverse. The train fell short of the mark you wanted,

Not the one I needed.

The soldier I am came to a different stop. A difference in plot.

Consider this my Pineapple Expression.