Coaching Coursing

 
Lots of leadership, little joy,
in the trenches of bureaucracy.
Forced smiles, empty looks,
in a sea of ​​orders, lost dreams.

Endless meetings,
unrealistic goals,
constant pressure,
brutal burdens.
Where did the lightness
of being go?
Between spreadsheets,
no one can see.

Hours and hours
for no reason,
Walls echoe with frustration.
Creativity under lock and key.
The soul cries for freedom.

Forgotten in a dark corner,
talents are lost on the wall.
Bosses demand,
but don't understand,
the joy that surprises us.

Lots of leadership, little joy.
Will we one day have freedom?
Until then we continue fighting
for a space where we can dream.