Wombat soul

The thugs  
The sheep  
Midnight prowlers  
They wander the same streets  
Getting in the same stance in a new time in a new way to new experiences delved inwards of the past  
It all falls through that way  
Most don’t get it  
Most don’t care to get it though  
They’re caught up in their mystical wasteland  
Wandering around in endless circles  
Were all on this cruel path of life in various forms and neglect of passion  
True stance vs the undercover sea unicorn  
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There isnt much better to do than write out of the blue sometimes  
It helps gather the nonsense and affection into words in a stance