In that dingy room,
There is a smell of dust,
And smoke,
Many unborn notings vie for attention,
In thousands of files mingled with dust,
Decisions creeping for attention,
Decisions await confirmation,
Classifications,
Discussions and Divergences,
May some day,
Converge(to the bewildered few),
To some decision(?),
One has been taken today,
"Put up these files Tomorrow".