Life is a series of queues.
You wait, wait, wait in line.
But the line does not move.
A cruel series of queues.
You split yourself in two,
now you wait in two queues.
You see others wait as well.
Most of them look awful.
Some of them died instead.
Waiting in line is tiring.
You wait for a day, two…
A week, a month, a year.
But there is no end in sight.
You don’t know when it ends.
No E.T.A for you.