Something that you are passionate about
A world of ones and zeroes, a new language.
Oh, the joys of symbolism, a passion so true,
A world of ones and zeroes, a new language.
The thrill of the challenge, the rush of the chase,
As for algorithms and logic, I embrace them.
The hum of the computer, a symphony to my ears,
As I weave the tapestry of the code, so clear.
The brightness of the screen, the beacon of light,
As I bask in the beauty of this digital bliss.
Endless possibilities, endless search,
As I explore the depths of this digital nest.
Satisfied, a great problem solved,
I taste the sweetness of this symbolic land.
Oh, the joys of symbolism, a passion so true,
A world of ones and zeroes, a new language.
For in this world of bits, I find my bliss,
As I create and innovate with every digital kiss.
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