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Waiting in discomfort, though I am not alone Others waiting with me for reasons of their own Still we wait through choice An answer in our sight Our suffering increasing throughout our common plight No turning back now for we have come too far Waiting for directions, our Google guiding star In line to online we do a little dance, In the venue of the broken many in a trance Some read the room without any shame while Others go before you to be replaced with more of the same The waiting game continues Waiting for your name Books and magazines, distract and entertain Screens nestled in hand's take some of the strain Everyone is a victim all connected through pain Mobility in various forms A hobble and a crutch Some with wheels of misfortune For others DO NOT TOUCH.