Bank Queue Blues

In the heart of the city, on a mundane day,

The wizard walks in, just to make a pay.

His robes are flowing, his staff in hand,

But this ain't no quest in a magical land.

He stands in line, with a weary sigh,

Among the mortals, as time drags by.

He casts no spells, just waits his turn,

For the mundane tasks, he must learn.

Bank queue blues, got me feeling so low,

In this mortal coil, where the hours flow slow.

Bank queue blues, patience running thin,

In this mortal world, where the magic wears thin.

He steps to the counter, with a hopeful glance,

The teller’s distracted, not giving a chance.

He clears his throat, tries to make her hear,

But her ears are blocked, and she’s not very near.

He repeats himself, louder this time,

But she just stares, like he's speaking in rhyme.

His magical charm, seems lost on her,

In this mundane realm, where nothing's a blur.

Bank queue blues, got me feeling so low,

In this mortal coil, where the hours flow slow.

Bank queue blues, patience running thin,

In this mortal world, where the magic wears thin.

He fumbles for his ID, forgets his PIN,

His details lost in a world so grim.

No potions to fix this, no spells to cast,

Just forms and papers, from a mundane past.

He’s finally through, transaction complete,

But the weight of the wait has him feeling beat.

He steps out of the bank, into the sun,

Another quest in the mortal world done.

He dreams of dragons, and lands afar,

But today’s adventure was bizarre.

No epic battles, no thrilling chase,

Just the everyday grind in a mundane place.

Bank queue blues, got me feeling so low,

In this mortal coil, where the hours flow slow.

Bank queue blues, patience running thin,

In this mortal world, where the magic wears thin.

So here’s to the wizards, in a world so plain,

Living through the tedium, feeling the strain.

Bank queue blues, we all feel it too,

Even wizards in robes, have mundane things to do.