Tri-Directive Doctrine & Collisions

The corridor stretches ahead, Where ledgers of vacancy spread. A permanent wait, To formalize fate, As documents gather the dead.

The margin is painfully thin, Where quiet delay will begin. An endless review, We silently queue, And wait for the form to come in.

Validation is pending for years, While silence replaces the tears. The empty decree, Has nothing to see, As space in the waiting room clears.