Hoping for a fast checkout
But instead I find myself
In a lane that crawls
Being stuck in the express lane
Every second that passes
Feels like an hour
And I stand their wondering
When it will finally be my turn
All the while I can’t help
But think about my life
And how it resembles this express lane
That’s moving at turtle speed
When will it finally pick up speed
When will I finally get to the checkout
And be on my way to my desired destination…
Written May 15, 2018
© 2018 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.
