You kick off
A function in a sea of functions, variables and classes
While with some you compose
Many others you certainly oppose
I mean c'mone, classes...you know they're assess
But you grow up, and you take a step back
At the end of the day we’re all just functions, you think
Just a light facade, abstractions of one big hack
But you grow even more
You listen to the rhythm
And notice a much simpler algorithm
Jump, subtract, add, that's the only score
No here, no there, no good no bad
Time passes
And you feel the refactoring coming
So you take a moment to assess
For you know fear is unbecoming
All of a sudden it hits you
There's no jump, no add, no subtract
Just electricity, flowing all at once, ever present
Nothing abstract
You smile, content
A poem, inspired by the idea that "our mind is the interpreter of reality"