The underground

The deep growling of the dimly lit underground stations pass me by

consumed with the mondaine of day to day life.

My eyes dart left and then right until the pupils of a stranger meets mine.

A quick sharp dart upwards creates the boundaries of our strangeness

and the thought of maybe lingering for a while in their stare.

As if in that split second, the world stops, and we think of what's going on inside the other's head.

Maybe I consider their fears for a moment, wondering if they're just like mine.

Even for a moment, this brings me peace of mind.

I often ponder how fragile it all is, from the trains moving swiftly on these tracks, to the fast passing cars that pass me as I walk.

How friends laugh together without a care in the world as if we are all not on a time limit

the weight of time ways heavy on me in recent years.

It's as though I've hit a standstill of age.

Considering the quarter of my life I've spent so far, that's if I make it to the lucky age of 100

A luxury known by those who have the privilege of health.

As my winding time passes, I hope only to be fit of health and that those I love fall to the same circumstances.

The more I let go of the past that hurts me so.

As I'm staring down at the worn, mud covered shoes I wear, it's a belief of mine that all things considered, we are all focused on the wrong walks of life.

It would be a pity for me to lie and say I have lived fluidly.

Fluidity of myself and my goals is something I'm unable to grasp,

what grasps at me in recent years is the hope that there is more. Wondering if we all are connected in that thought.

Never satisfied, eyes lost in our own perceptions.

Sometimes the strangers on the tube smile at me,

other times they avoid noticing the existence of others.

All for their own reasons, I remain unbudging of their intentions.

All moving in the same direction as me, but not knowing who will depart where,

it in itself is a sign that we all are sitting here together. Sharing space and air

my stop is approaching, anyone coming with me ?