Pace

Everyone moves at their own pace face-to-facing on their way, but no one watches where they're going to-and-froing everyday. There's one trudging along, there's one skipping a beat, one who's singing a song, one looking down at their feet. Here come the weary: they've had enough. Here come the ruined: life was too rough. Here come the hearty: strutting their stuff. Here comes the dreamer: oh so off-the-cuff. Everyone moves at their own place but no one watches where their going. Everyone puts on their own face though who can tell which one is showing?