I Have No Idea Why I’m Waiting In This Line

I have no idea

Why I’m waiting

In this line

I saw a line

It had a lot of people in it

I got in line

I’m assuming

Something is at the end

Of this line

Could there be nothing

At the end of the line?

What kind of line

Would that be?

Something has to be

At the end of it

Is it something

That I would want?

Well, all these people want it

Why shouldn’t I?

Aren’t I good enough

To want

What everybody else

In this line wants?

Except nobody in this part of the line

Knows what’s at the end of it either

Somebody said

That the people at the beginning

Must know what it is

But we can’t see the beginning

Because at a certain point

The line goes into a building

And from there

Who knows what happens

Because we can’t see

Where the people who go in

Come out

So

I don’t know

We might all be standing in line

Just to get murdered or something

But, like

If I wait all this time

And all I get at the end is death

I’m going to be really mad

Because I shouldn’t have to wait this long

To die

It’s cold out here

People are irritating

I have stuff to do

But if I don’t get to see

What’s at the end of this line

I am going to regret it

For the rest of my life

A line this long

And you’re telling me

There’s nothing decent

At the end of it?

Could I be disappointed?

Of course I’m going to be disappointed

There is no scenario
In which I walk away from here

Not disappointed

Unless I walk away dead

Which, in some cases,

Still might be better

Than disappointed

Why wait to be disappointed?

Because it’s better

Than walking away

Unsatisfied

Somewhere there’s a line

And on that line

Is satisfaction, disappointment

And death

And I know where I fall

On that line

Unlike this line

Where I could either be ten minutes

Or two hours away

From knowing

Why the hell I’m standing here

The wind is kicking up

The biting frost is attacking my bare skin

The jacket I have on is nowhere near thick enough

To be used for this kind of activity

Standing around
Not moving

Shuffling feet

Waiting for who-knows-what

If I had known I was going

To stand in a random line today
I would have dressed differently

But sometimes lines just form

And you get in them

And that’s why you always need to be prepared

To do things

You don’t want to do

Before you even know

You have to do them

There’s a lesson in there somewhere

And maybe by the time I reach

The front of this line

I’ll find it

In the meantime

I’m going to miss my son’s wedding

But things like that happen
And there’s nothing you can do about it

Once you’re in line

You’re in line

That’s it

That’s all there is to it

What are you supposed to do?

Walk by a line

And keep walking?

Keep right on walking

To the church

Where your son is getting married

And forget about the line

Completely?

Who could do that?

I mean, what kind of person

Could do a thing

Like that?