In The Queue

I'm now in an never-ending queue.
What do you do when you queue for something precious.
You gush,you get frustrated,you dream.
You get bored,disillusioned,delirious.

I'm in a queue for my exclusive very PINK,very delicious yum-yum lemonade.
My thirst for it is unparalleled.

The longer I queue,the more thirsty I am.
I feel like I'm dehydrating.
I'm hungry,but I'm more thirsty.
I get jealous when people get their lemonades first,because they get to savour the taste,they get to quench their thirst.
They get to show it off.
When they try not to,it feels even worse.

I'm still standing ground but time doesn't cure my impatience.
It doesn't soothe me.
It eats away my energy,my curiousity.
My sole purpose is to continue queueing.
I'm wasting my time,cause I can do useful things while queueing,but I chose not to.
My desire for it is too strong to shift my focus away.
It has started to become a little bit of tear-my-hair-out lunacy.

I don't know how people can wait for liberation and freedom.
It's a process of pure mind mayhem.
Limbs chained,2x2m cell.
Eats away enthusiasm for life's pleasures.

I'm staring straight ahead.
I don't care about the surroundings.
I want to cradle my lemonade in my arms.