Defeated and broken. There's sadness behind their eyes. Hard worked. to the bone. They've put in the time, the work. They're hurt and used. Each one distracted. Contently engaged in a place other than here. The very few that are bubbling above the fill line are on a different frequency. They are more appropriate here, but don't belong. Independently alone. Hopeful destinations. The empty glasses will be filled upon arrival. I hope. Not for most. But definitely for some. We just don't wear it on our faces.