You’re waiting at the end
Of this winding, long line
But I don’t think I’ll reach you
For I’ve only just arrived
And it’s moving oh so slowly
While its occupants stare on
Only you and I cast up our eyes
In this line so poorly drawn
While its edges grow more jagged
And more join the endless trail
I just can’t help but thinking
That my patience soon will fail
Then my feet begin to shuffle
And I poke my head aside.
I see you standing far ahead
So I begin to
Slowly
Step
out of line.
General
1 Likes
1287 Views
Share: