Somewhere between the lines, the truth simmers.
Decisions wrapped in layers of consent and dissent.
The room is full; yet, it echoes with the sound of a yawning abyss.
Are we leaders or mere shadows dancing on the edge of a precipice?
We discussed it over coffee and in hallways,
peer reviews, and boss emails penned with quiet tremors.
The ugliest truth is that we fear not the choice,
but the lack of it — the void between promises and actions.
Arguments thicken the air,
each point sharpened and dulled in equal measure.
The tide of deliberation pulls, but where to?
Reality is less a destination, more a constant companion.
As the clock ticks, the silence screams.
We are not what we promised ourselves to be.
The void speaks louder than our words,
and that's the ugliest truth of all.