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