The Cold

Parting through the city,
Through the open clouds,
The world is only moving forward.
We move forward for ourselves
And for each other
In the cold
Just before we head home.

We set our pace into the streets,
Making much of our time,
And if we can somehow lose track of it, 
We'll find a way to make most of it
At least until we die. 
I'm just passing by.
It's cold.
I should probably head home.