In Line

Bright lights, noise, life, living is
 cold and sometimes unsettling becoming a disappointing annoyance, 
 when and where time seems to stand still
 and all motion, activities,  purpose ceases.

For some, the sounds are enthusiasm that life continues to thrive
 looking elsewhere for a new goal, a point and purpose;
Others seek some driving force, an incentive or a push
 to hold them steady in place, patient, waiting. 

For a moment, all appears the same, stagnant,
 unchanged, ungrowing, eating away within, 
 slowly decaying the minhtes, bored, dying without challenge
 as everything around is stationary, unmoved.

But there is a hidden force in being alive and well,
 beyond mere survival in a giving and a taking
 in getting through the need, the time,  
 the very act of living.

Take your number now,
 be patient, understanding,  kind
 and wait your turn in line.

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