[Intro]
[Staccato strings and muted guitar imitate cards being dragged across a digital board.]

[Verse 1]
Monday, the column was “Ready to Start.”
Tuesday, “In Progress” was split into parts.
Wednesday, “Urgent” appeared at the top.
Thursday, the owner requested a swap.
Friday, the ticket I closed in July
Came back with a comment that asked me to try.
Its history showed every promise and date,
Except for the reason it could not yet wait.

[Pre-Chorus]
“Who changed the scope?”
“No change was made.”
“Who moved the card?”
“The board was obeyed.”
“Who owns the risk?”
“The team will decide.”
The columns stretched wider; the truth stayed outside.

[Chorus]
The board keeps moving when the facts stand still,
Cards cross the columns at a manager’s will.
The board keeps moving; yesterday turns new,
Green becomes amber, then amber turns blue.
We run toward a target that changes by design;
The board keeps moving, but the blame stays mine.

[Verse 2]
A feature called optional entered the plan,
Then stood in the doorway with law in its hand.
A workaround written to last for a week
Became the foundation they told me to keep.
The test team found failures the spec had concealed;
The spec was revised till the failures were healed.
The dashboard looked healthy, the summary shone,
While half of the system survived on its own.

[Pre-Chorus]
“Who changed the scope?”
“The client was clear.”
“Why was it missed?”
“It was always right here.”
“Who owns the risk?”
“We all have a share.”
But when the card turned crimson, my face was there.

[Chorus]
The board keeps moving when the facts stand still,
Cards cross the columns at a manager’s will.
The board keeps moving; yesterday turns new,
Green becomes amber, then amber turns blue.
We run toward a target that changes by design;
The board keeps moving, but the blame stays mine.

[Instrumental Break]
[Bass clarinet states the chorus melody while strings and guitar trade short, increasingly contradictory phrases.]

[Bridge]
The board began speaking without any hand:
“Priority governs. You will understand.
History is flexible. Memory is slow.
Only the current arrangement must show.”
I reached for the card with my username signed;
It slid through the columns and stayed out of time.

[Choir]
Move it left.
Move it right.
Mark it blocked.
Work all night.
Call it done.
Change the line.
Lose the cause.
Keep the sign.

[Final Chorus]
The board keeps moving while the whole room stills,
Cards cross the columns like unpaid bills.
The board keeps moving; every version’s true,
Red becomes hidden beneath corporate blue.
We run toward a target no compass could define;
The board keeps moving—and it moves through my mind.

[Outro]
[All instruments stop except the prepared piano, which repeats a card-drag rhythm beneath one sustained synth note.]

The ticket is open.
The record is clean.
The work is unfinished.
The dashboard is green.