Looking out on a long day
The reminders of those left behind
Or rather
Those who moved on

Few have stayed in sync
Others left over time
Straying from the regular
Old stagnant still Stop

The ones who stayed
Were not the corrupt
It was the ones who left
Who thought their independence
Would follow

Instead it stuck behind
Straying from the same
Old stagnant still Stop
Awaiting to be picked up
By another

The body left the way
Nobody followed
Nothing traveled along
Except stationary objects
That would dissolve into ashes

No friends walked with
They were alone
Their followers revert from a new line
You were nothing