Hours in front of the screen, keeping the cadence
In a dark room, stacking experience
Blue light tattooed deep in his eyes
Creature of habit, endorphins deprived
With headphones glued and soul offline
The mobs already saw him as one of their kind
To every call, he'd fake some interest
Then vanish, citing conflicts as his pretext
But when his vision screamed for some relief
He already knew the alternate remedy
He'd climb to the rooftop at scorching noon
Fly his kite with a sunburnt face
It's to rest my eyes, he'd proudly claim
While roasting his corneas, unfazed by pain
Contradiction became a sacred routine
He'd release that kite like bottled-up grief
With headphones 'round his neck and the world on mute
Socially cautious, a messy recluse
The neighbors thought he was a sorcerer
Or a hacker with a financial scheme
But all he ever wanted was a line in the sky
Between life's latency and a loyal breeze
He never had a team, but still played ball
His texts were fast, but his speech, barely at all
Pulling two all-nighters wasn't a problem
He had his own way to unwind and solve them
And when burnout finally knocked him down
He'd smile at the Sun as it came back 'round
He'd climb to the rooftop at scorching noon
Fly his kite with no sunglasses on
It's to rest my eyes, he'd say with pride
While turning into cancerous bacon
Contradiction became escape, almost therapy
The asphalt burned, but he smiled happily
With eyes wide open in a private world
A difficult genius, oddly well-anchored
One eye on the sky, the other on ping
He was weird, but had his swing
Kite in the air, firewall in his chest
His social life stuck in basement spam threads
He'd climb to the rooftop at scorching noon
Fly his kite with fierce devotion
It's to rest my eyes, he'd claim, sound insane
While turning to charcoal, no longer quite human
He gamed through the night, by day he'd seethe
Contradiction, addiction, rebellion's creed
In a strange dance between sunlight and LEDs
A difficult genius, the cure for cataracts indeed
