[Intro]

The Product Vision glows executive blue,
One market, one problem, one promise in view.
A laser dot circles the words on the wall:
One product, one purpose, one platform for all.

[Verse 1]

LEE-on stands straight in a freshly pressed shirt,
Six months of scope changes concealed in the dirt.
His gold Product Owner cup waits by the screen,
Still stamped "Best Roadmap of Twenty-Sixteen."

PREE-yah has test plans, each failure mapped out.
Daniel has estimates sharpened by doubt.

[Pre-Chorus]

No detours by panic, no promises thrown,
A market worth serving, a pathway well known.
The forecast turns green as the pointer climbs high.
At last, every arrow can answer a why.

[Chorus]

This is The Product Vision, a target in sight,
A line we can follow, a choice we can own.
No feature gets crowned just for shouting all night,
No deadline is cut into corporate stone.
This is The Product Vision, with tradeoffs made clear—
For one shining hour, we know why we're here.

[Verse 2]

Victor arrives when the questions begin,
All stadium volume and executive grin.
"Make rivals afraid. Make the market take note.
I want something disruptive inside every quote."

Sales sends a message marked urgent and red:
"We meet them on Friday. We promised ahead."
Marketing crosses "Project FEE-niks" in blue:
"The name feels too dated. The brand must feel new."

[Verse 3]

PREE-yah shoots a look toward Daniel's chair.
Daniel looks back; trouble pays rent there.
LEE-on keeps smiling and straightens his tie
While four clean assumptions get wheeled out to die.

The single blue arrow grows branches by ten.
The vision stays focused—then branches again.

[Pre-Chorus]

The market has shifted; the message is clear.
The future was distant. It suddenly is here.
The slides breed new slides as the room nods along.
A roadmap can bend when admitting you're wrong.

[Chorus]

This is The Product Vision, a target in sight,
A line we can follow, a choice we can own.
No feature gets crowned just for shouting all night,
No deadline is cut into corporate stone.
This is The Product Vision, with tradeoffs made clear—
For one shining hour, we know why we're here.

[Instrumental Break: Four-Note Fanfare]

[Bridge]

One hand on the pointer, one eye on the door,
One sentence keeps landing: "We can promise more."
The diagram forks till its meaning is gone.
The fanfare comes back with the fourth note played wrong.

[Build-up]

LEE-on draws arrows from promise to plan,
From plan to a deadline no team can span.
The clean little future divides on the screen.
Every new branch gets painted bright green.

[Final Chorus]

This was The Product Vision, a target in sight,
A road we could follow, a choice we could own.
Then every loud promise demanded a right,
And every firm boundary was quietly blown.
This was The Product Vision; its title remains—
The Product Vision, with fourteen new lanes.

[Outro]

The projector stays warm when the meeting is done.
LEE-on saves "Final," then "Final New One."
Before the first roadmap can finish its run,
"Final Revised" is approved before lunch.
