Just one day in the gloom,

Makes your life seem like a big doom,

I almost want to go back in the womb.

It's time to turn on the old big clunky case,

Now navigating through the screen with grace,

About to get lost into electronic space.

Hours and hours translating into beautiful code,

My brain relaxing; going into chill mode,

The progress I've made has now plateaued.

Taking the project to my peers,

They get the turning of my gears,

As the final product nears.

It's not the completion of code that makes my day,

But it's rather the idea of coding if you may,

Turning nothing into something gets me gay.

When I start to feel beat down,

I know I can turn to code to feel renowned,

Instead of letting things make me drown.