We stand

In long shadows,

passing through,

passing through,

they’re silent

Wanderers,

adrift, going where they’re taken.

Currents in the void

have shifted;

you’ll never see them again.

Mutters echo softly,

barely audible,

across the way.

Look them in their eyes,

they will not acknowledge.

As surely as time flows,

they will not stay.

Who are you?

Who are you?

I cannot say.

No one knows,

but they all ask

the same of you.