There were many that day
Was it day? Is it night now?
Here, it’s not possible to tell
Time has lost all its meaning
We lined up waiting for the interview
It has been a long wait
But I will review all that came to pass
It was obvious, even as I said it
It took me a long time to figure it out
The master told me that messages were sent
But I had been slow to realise
Later, we all gathered round
And I wasn’t the only one
Most of us facing the review agreed
That we all took too long to realise
Then we returned to the silo
Perhaps one day, we can try again
A time-disorientated play on a life’s review in The Matrix or Heaven.
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