Spent Hours

An hour spent queuing to spend an hour queuing,
An hour spent queuing to spend an hour shoving,
An hour spent shoving to spend an hour drinking,
An hour spent drinking to spend an hour dancing,
Only there are no seconds left come the drinking hour’s end,
So why bother at all?

We could be laying on sand, listening to the sea,
Gazing at the moon staring at its own reflection,
While white stars flicker above, on and off,
Like candles in the sky, lights lasting the length of the night,
Out on the beach, where there are no set hours,
Only our own judgement, young, naïve, filled with dancing.

But we spent the hour queuing,
Just to leave five minutes later, complaining.