The Line

So, I'm thinking
and I'm walking.
I'm feeling fine.

I'm walking
and thinking
that I'm stepping in line.

But now I'm thinking
and looking,
this line I'm walking-

seems to wander a lot;
quite a lot for such
a fine line.

Not that, thinking
while walking
at such a slow pace,

will do me
much good,
if I can't leave this place.

Though if I keep walking
I'm sure I'll fine
a suitable end.

Though, pardon me saying
but I must say,
that line I'm following?

It's all in my head.