Working groups

It was time to put to bed
Some old ideas
Who were tired
But grasping at straws
For reasons to be let on
Rambling about.

We met at the kitchen table
To discuss strategy
And cadence.
We were hoping not to loose
sight
Of a shared goal.
In the end
Everyone left their tea cups on the table
For the host to tend to the next morning
And the meetings were on going
And the tired ideas were fighting
Hard as ever
But loosing their center
Unspooling
Towards a certain decline