Story - The Manager Who Wasn’t There
Verse 1
I’ve been running point my whole life long,
Thought I held the wheel,
Every move I called my own,
Every choice was real.
Kept the ledger clean and tight,
Measured wrong and right—
Carried all the weight of being
The one who had to fight.
Pre-Chorus
But something slipped between the seams,
A crack inside the “me” it seems…
Chorus
’Cause the one who’s in control
Is a story after all,
Just a voice that shows up late
To explain what did befall.
All the pride and all the blame,
All the pressure to compare—
Built around a centre point
That isn’t even there.
Verse 2
A thought says, “I should do this better,”
And the body pulls in tight,
Another says, “You failed again,”
And suddenly there’s a fight.
But look close at the sequence now,
Before the claim is made—
The movement’s there, the breath is there,
Then the “I” gets overlaid.
Pre-Chorus
Ownership arrives on cue,
Turns the simple into “you”…
Chorus
And the one who’s in control
Is a story after all,
Just a voice that shows up late
To explain what did befall.
All the guilt and all the pride,
All the things we try to repair—
Built around a centre point
That isn’t even there.
Bridge
No need to tear it out or fight,
No need to make it wrong—
Just see how it gets assembled
Every moment all along.
From memory to expectation,
From comparison to fear,
Every thread that ties it together
Starts with “I am here.”
Final Chorus
But the one who’s in control
Was never what it seemed,
Just a pattern in the language,
Just a narrator in a dream.
And the weight begins to loosen
When you see it clear and fair—
All that life is still unfolding…
Without a centre there.
