Another map. Another change. No straight lines. Just wind and weight. Where do you go when the stars don’t show? When the tide pulls fast and the winds won’t slow? You lead, you drift, you act like you know— But deep down, you're sailing solo. They gave me a heading, not a place, Told me to lead, not run the race. Every goal I reached was fog— A lighthouse swallowed in morning’s smog. Plans dissolve mid-flight, Deadlines vanish overnight. Strategy turns like a tide— And I'm still expected to guide. Where do you go when the stars don’t show? When the tide pulls fast and the winds won’t slow? You lead, you drift, you act like you know— But deep down, you're sailing solo. Thought we landed, raised the flag. Turns out it’s just another drag. New tech, new pitch, new spin, Same ghosts echoing within. I sold certainty in slides and graphs, But behind the click, it never lasts. Every pivot’s another mask— Another way to dodge the ask. No stars left to navigate, Only instinct, fear, and fate. The crew looks back, I fake the smile— We’ve been lost for a long, long while. What day is it? What goal, what name? I write the mission, shift the frame. Every plan I redraw on sand, Washed away before it lands. Where do you go when the stars don’t show? When the tide pulls fast and the winds won’t slow? You lead, you drift, you act like you know— But deep down, you're sailing solo. They call it growth—this constant bend, This business of break, rebuild, pretend. Milestones blur into moving signs, I measure progress in warning lines. I’ve outlived launches, survived the churn, Watched every fire we lit just burn. Yet here I stand, mid-pitch, mid-fall, Still charting maps against the wall. You ever lead so long you forget your name? Speak in jargon, own the blame? Tell the team “we’re close”—again, When truth is, you don’t know where or when? They want calm. They want control. But all I have is a shifting goal. I dress chaos in confidence clean— The calmest captain they’ve ever seen. Where do you go when the stars don’t show? When the tide pulls fast and the winds won’t slow? You lead, you drift, you act like you know— But deep down, you're sailing solo. Not lost. Not found. Just in between Odyssean drift… in the leader’s dream.
