Here I am again in this queue

It doesn't  matter what time I leave or which way I go

It's always the same, there is a queue waiting for me to join

Almost as if my participation is predetermined

I have no choice and am destined to join a queue where ever I am

Slowly the queue begins to move and hope comes as I get nearer


Then everything changes as the person infront has lots of change

Oh, how I hate people with lots of change and them counting it all

Now I am going to have to wait longer, I'm trapped in this queue

I look around for an escape or distraction and there is salvation

There on the wall is a picture like no other with amazing colours

I am transfixed and mesmirised by this picture

Now patiently enjoying the queue and no longer waiting