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The Boredom Of Waiting In Line
I walked in my mind and still I wore the features
upon my face standing in this lingering palce
******* the life out of my life.
As if time was non linear in this place. Could it
have only been momentarily swaying like the
crest of a wave I swear its going backward now.
I had to climb out of my thoughts as my feet had
created a gorge of boredom and I swear in that
time unknown drooling down my face.
Greeting reality I feel the wetness and my eyes now
in focus of my surroundings. I quickly wipe my
face, this line is an eternity that moves no where.
I walk out as in slow motion ascended to normal
time I hear
"Checkout 3 now open,
I would have been
the next in place... I walk onwards boredom now rage.
On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)
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