One Byte | Whisper

I step outside, the night’s so cold and still, My mind’s a storm, a void I can’t fulfill, The code’s a weight, it’s breaking me apart, I need the air to mend my weary heart. The streets are dark, the park is draped in shade, I find a bench, my thoughts begin to fade, The evening chill cuts through my endless fight, I’m lost in code, but here I seek the light. Evening air, evening air, whisper through the trees, Carry me away from this digital disease, I’m tired, I’m wired, I can’t see the way, But maybe here I’ll find a brighter day. An old woman sits, her eyes so soft and kind, She sees my pain, the chaos in my mind, “What’s wrong, my dear?” her voice a gentle call, I speak of bytes, but she can’t grasp it all. Evening air, evening air, blowing through my soul, Easing all the weight of this unending goal, She speaks, I seek, a truth I can’t deny, Her words ignite a spark I can’t defy. “Let go,” she says, “to find what you’ve been shown,” Her simple truth cuts deeper than I’ve known, I doubt at first, but something shifts inside, This park, her voice, becomes my guiding tide. Evening air, evening air, healing through the night, Guiding me with wisdom, showing me the light, I’m free, I see, a path I didn’t know, Her words have set my broken heart aglow. The night unfolds, the stars begin to gleam, I leave the bench, awakened from my dream, Her words remain, a lesson pure and true, Sometimes to win, you let go to break through.