THEY WALK AIMLESSLY THROUGH A BEAUTIFUL ENTOURAGE ON ANY DAY
THEIR FOCUS AND CONCENTRATION LAY YEARNINGS FOR A MIRACLE PLAY
YOU SEE EVERYONE KNOW THEY DON’T WANT TO CHANGE IN ANY WAY
ALWAYS TAKING THE SAME ROUTE CREATING THE SAME OLD STROLL MIDDAY

PEOPLE’S SENSES WERE SHATTERED SINCE A BRAIN INJURY DECADES AGO
IT APPEARS THAT LIFE’S TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS ARE LIKE MUMBO-JUMBO
YOU SEE THEY COULDN’T RETURN TO WORK REMAINING IN SUCH A LIMBO
SO THEY FOUND A PURPOSE SOMEWHAT THROUGH WALKING TO AND FRO

SOMETHING MAGICAL HAPPENED TO THE FOLKS ON A GREY DAY WALKABOUT
STOPPED AT THE ACT THEY TOOK OUT A PAD AND IMMEDIATELY SET OUT
TO WRITE POEMS OBSERVING THEIR WAY OF LIVING LIKE A GOOD BOYSCOUT
LO AND BEHOLD THEY KNEW THAT THEY WERE SET TO BE POETS SO DEVOUT

WHAT EXISTS FOR THEM IS A POETIC PORTFOLIO FOR ANYONE’S STUDY
OF THEMSELVES AS THEY HAVE DISCOVERED A POETIC FLAIR DESTINY
AND PEOPLE FROM ALL WALKS OF LIFE COME AND RECITE THEIR POETRY
REACHING THE END TOWARDS THE ACT THEATRE  APPEARS TO BE A FANTASY.