The words shift,
their meanings moan,
full of talking with no hope.
Time is lost,
thoughts only roam,
Bureaucracy breaks its scope.
Ages pass,
no one can leave,
‘cus we cannot find the door.
Our souls lost,
we try to plead,
but we do not know what for.
Five more slides,
then another ten,
watch as my will grows weaker.
Turn to ask,
about the end,
they announce the next speaker
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