I understand the rhythm of my life,
How to call it on the left foot,
And keep everyone moving forward,
Together, in formation;
How to arraign actions in time and space,
Achieving strategic ends.
But I often miss that my closest companions,
Hear a cadence of their own,
Different beats based on their own motivations,
Seeking their own outcomes,
Solving the tactical problems of the day with no concern for strategy.
While I am calling a march cadence, they are moving double-time.
Sometimes we march, sometimes we dance,
Never in step, always together.