Unheard of and Unseen

So this was spur of the moment like most of my stuff.

Disrupted trains of thought that dwindle in my head
They push and prod but never find their marks
Undestined and unremarked
They strive for excellence, but achieve misfortune
Underneath a naive process of discipline
They are tattered and torn
Unheard of and unseen
A horrid sense of undoing adheres
Only to the beckon call of others near
They keep together, drawn by similarity
They part if only for small amounts of time
Then come together again
Unhindered by conscience or coincidence
Then they split permanently
Never again to cross
Until the next time they are needed
For victory never ending

Author's Note

I'm not quite sure where I was going with this, but here it is.