Meeting

Their talk spins in circles
Spiralling down
Half are confused
And wearing a frown

They begin once again
But still no more clear
There's no way I can see
An end being near

They don't seem to realise
That they broadly agree
If they listened harder
We all might be free

Is this an agreement?
No, a false dawn
I'm beginning to struggle
To stifle a yawn

I can see a way forward
But I don't really feel
That I have a say
Or the confidence to steal

The floor from my colleagues
But I have a hunch
That if I spoke up
We could all go to lunch