This Line

I thought that I was ready,
regained my strength,
and just as I was stood,
my knees grew weak.
My wings collapsed,
my breath now lagging
and the longer I ponder,
the more I am sagging.
Moping and hunching and scuffing along,
unsure of the meaning you mentioned in song.
Once in front,
now a step behind,
I sit here in darkness and rearrange this line.
A trade?
A swap?
has Someone jumped ahead,
to the front of this line,
this one I was once lead?
There are clues to this mystery I am trying to uncover,
unleashing the sounds upon me to hover.
But where to begin,
what to consider
The return of results will only make me bitter.
So renege and press on
or disect the incision?
My ankles shake frantically as they await my decision.

6/20

i think this was after ol' boyfriend left me an accidental and unfortunate voice mail... left me with all kinds of new curiosities