Deja Vou

Ode to a friend, ode to what once was

They march along with the beat of time
In, along and out.
I watch them, march with them
In, along and out.
They come to find a spot, but they don’t know when they find it.
I watch them camp in it, but stand on the side
They smile and laugh, but I can’t see what they see.
They feast on meat, that I can’t taste
They begin to pack up again, but I’m still unpacking.
I watch them march away
In, along and out
Time moves with them, but I can only feel it’s tug.
In along and out
I begin to pack up, and wait for the next one to come.
They march along with the beat of time
In, along and out,
I march with them...

Author's Note

It's really funny that at the time I wrote this as an "ode to what once was" because turns out, it was really just barely the beginning.