Line 42

I wait patiently in line

I tap my fingers, I shake my leg, I get exhausted, but I feel like it will be worth it

I sigh and sigh, that the line will keep going; the clock just endlessly seems to tick

Time flies by and im moving through the line

My mind goes blank and my mind is anguished, but I dont care

The lines always moving and the clock is aswell

I dont seem to mind it, whats wrong with me?

Fuck, this is hell

But i dont really mind, as long as the line keeps going