People mill around me, I see them not
They jostle me and make me turn around
But I feel them not
Onward I proceed, intent on my task
The babble of voices that reach me,
From but a few feet away,
Are faint, and without meaning.
Cause my mission is vital
And timing in this case is key.
Finally I reach my destination
I stand strong and silent
At the end of the line
And patiently await my turn
The mirrors on the wall reflect
The anxiousness all around
And the relief when at last its your turn.
Determination and perseverance are but
A few qualities you must possess