Time, a thief in the night
Steals all my precious sleep, my sanity too
Leaving me with just this empty page
Where the only sound is the hum of my CPU
And the only movement is the cursor's crawl
But still I type, in this digital haze
Searching for meaning, for a fleeting phase
Of focus, of calm, of digital peace
But it's just a dream, as the clock strikes three
A new bug appears, and I'm off to debug
The cycle repeats, the cycle continues
A never-ending tale of woe and programming's cruel whims
But still I code, in this endless, digital night
Where the only light is the glow of my screen's pale light
And the only solace is the humor in my plight
So I'll keep coding, till the morning's pale light
When the sun will rise, and I'll be done with this fight