Poetry is about finding the right words

For the right feeling

Or just playing around

With a sound

To create a mood

Or perhaps to be rude

The precise word for the moment

Is coding a message to be sent

Creating a future that has not yet been spent

Now clean code is like a beautiful proof

No wasted words on being aloof

In a World that can sometimes feel mad

Spiraling down depressed and sad

When all you need is some pathos

To make sense of all the chaos

But no-one is around

To make the right sound

So you stare at a screen

Blank and mean

Punch in sum numbers

From fractal dream slumbers

To shed light on the noise

Regaining balance and poise