A Little Poetry Can't Hurt

Something To Ponder

Something To Ponder

There's some guy on the railway.

He's staring out the doors into the dirty forgotten part of a city.

It's nothing like New York, just your average sub-city of some bigger one. Not small, but still quite busy.

What is he looking at? It's probably nothing, he's probably spaced out. Entering his mind is something along the lines of "Man I'm glad I don't live here." or, "I need to do the dishes today or they'll just pile up."

I suddenly realize, I have been spacing out on this guy.

I've created this fake scenario in my head that he has to get home to do something important. Of course in my head, he's all alone.

Maybe he has a family. A son or daughter, wife or husband, mother or father waiting for him.

Or maybe he really is alone.

Why is this important? Why do I make up this life for him?

I'm not alone, so why is he in my mind? Is it some cruel desire of mine?

I see so many people every day...and I wish I saw none sometimes.

Looking at this man, I feel sad...it's always me being sad for him because I have a family to go home to and in my world he doesn't...so therefore I feel bad.

But then if I was alone I would imagine him with a family, I know I used to do that.

This man is so unaware of the fact that I've become moderately upset by just looking at him.

Is this what everyone does, is someone looking at me?

What's their story for me?

This isn't an ordinary poem or thought.

This is an unnamed feeling. It's unknown.

Just think though, who is thinking of you?

Don't say no-one, because you don't know them, and they don't know you....SOMEONE is thinking of you.

It's scary, it's sad, it keeps me up at night sometimes.

Next time you space out, think about what you're thinking about.