The Wait in Line

  He takes one step

his ticket clenched

"Not long now,

 only 4,457 left"

The winding line seemed to stretch

Forever long into the distance

The longer he waited,

the more his stomach wrenched

"But the line is still moving"

that's what he said

"I'll get there eventually,

this line has to end"

Another step

another breath

But when he look at his ticket

It read, "4, 459 left"

He stared at his ticket

awestruck and amazed

Feeling he'd been cheated

Knowing he'd been played

He throws his ticket down

and walks his own way.

Free from the future

That said he has to wait.