Line

I'm walking on a line
Of people who are just like me.
I don't know how long it is
Only that it stretches to infinity.

My legs are starting to hurt
But weakness is a sign
of humanity and punishment.
That freedom is not mine.

It has been too long
A week, a month, a year
A decade and a half
A century is growing near.

I find myself wishing
To fall off the coordinate plane
To mess the mechanics of the grid
For the repetition to refrain.

Wrestle with the power of numbers
The thoughts of brainwashed souls
Give into the tug of an easy life
As the clock in the background tolls.

I will keep walking on this line
Until I cease to exist
And enter another dimension
As the stone path will twist.