Ode to the Line

funny how i stayed
inside this long queue
made of handsome
homo sapiens sapiens.
funny how i lingered
with frail hope
that I'll be the one
you'll choose.
funny how i moved forward
as you rejected
those metro-sexual
fools.
funny how i had hope
with the universe
tapping my shoulder
i could get to you.
let me be.
let me fall in line.
let me take this risk.
for you are that sunrise.
you are that sunrise
that melts my nocturnal coating.
you are that sunrise
that paints happy on my face.
you are that dandelion light beam
dancing above the orange horizon.
you are there, the end of the line.
you are the end of the line.
an inch closer and closer,
my red blood cells gone mad
with platelets
shaking schizophrenic.
but i vow to the line:
i will stay!
i may sound like a drunken Shakespeare
but believe me I'm Edgar Allan Poe--and I will stay!
with you at the end
i will stay.
the line is long
and the line is rough.
the line is filled with perfect humans
and I will stay.
i bid farewell to you,
rejected metro-sexual fools
this queue may be long
but a stout heart can push.