Life coming at me

Yeah, two posts in one day. It's amazing. But I had two separate trains of thought in my head, and they are utterly unrelated, so I figured two different posts would be appropriate.

I was walking to work from the Ten Hoor Parking Deck today, listening to my iPod when I noticed something. As "La Vie Boheme" blared in my ears, I watched the people walking by and around me. And I realized that each of these people had his or her own rhythm, kind of a way of dancing through life. Some people live ballet, some people live jazz, others live modern or even free-style. But if you watch, each one has a beat, a style, a function, even. It's amazing. I want to write a poem about this.