She’s always more confused than she was before
where to put her left foot down.
Lost in action doesn’t get her far.
This world will not wait long for stragglers,
no such thing as a time-stopper.
That’s too bad, just too bad for wanderers.
Lost sight of the road,
hidden beneath her own junk.
Vagrancy isn’t as romantic as it sounds.
Let’s hope it’s north.
Let’s hope it ends.
Let’s hope she gets there before it ends.
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