As my own life I go through

I walk my path as millions do

And in my life, walk by millions way

Often just crossing paths and then moving away

And as I do, I feel an urge to step back

By the curiosity of seeing their roads unpack

They all walk a path so different from mine

As of their tale, they write every line

Some have tales of sorrow, while some of light

Some have tales of cowardice, while some of might

Some have tales of glory, while some of doom

Some have tales of freedom, while some are stuck in a room

In this canvas like life, they all paint their trail

Some quite bold and some comparatively frail

And hence I walk forth making my own path bold

Yet all the way ignoring the million tales untold