When I was a younger man?

I worried the same,

always foreboding, a grind.

Self imposed judgment allowed

me a constant concern,

I grew older then,

discovering a similar vibe,

always curious,

always afraid.

I noticed a message today,

puzzling and mysterious.

I felt left out and concluded

I wasn’t part of that crowd.

Oh, just another life reflection,

waiting for the train to arrive.