Marathon

So we go, not lost
But still learning
The ways of this way,
How it veers back, then forth,
Each of our steps
A further departure.

Others go by silently,
Alone and in groups,
No one turning back.
I saw history pass us by,
Hurrying in a ragged suit.
Of armor? Gabardine?
You decide.

We pass our kin, already dead,
Stopped mid step,
Some of their faces familiar,
Others we never knew.

No matter the lonely,
Or carnivals of entire towns,
Everything moves
On in spite of us,
Because of us.