This too shall pass

What do you live for when you don't know the life formula?

Everyone walking around like they know they made it through,
When they themselves have forgotten the broken glasses they stepped on;
Who held their hand through the hard times.
What if life was the same for everyone?

Everyone woke up at the exact time,
Everyone brushed at the exact time,
Everyone walked at the exact time?
Everyone became multimillionaire at the exact time?
Everyone spoke at the exact time?
Would it still make any sense?