Waiting in Line - XIV

I caught a glimpse of

Something divine

But I’m tired of waiting

Waiting in line

All these goals are illusions

A trick of the mind

The horse may see clearly

But the rider is blind

I caught a glimpse of

Something divine

But I’m tired of waiting

Waiting in line

The obsession is progress

With no end in site

Racing beyond our condition

No concern for what’s right

They demand a frightening pace

No soul left to find

What’s left to erase

But mankind

I caught a glimpse of

Something divine

But I’m tired of waiting

Waiting in line