Inside Out

Notes on seeking wisdom and crafting software

This I

We smile often, and sometimes we shed tears. We run everywhere, beyond all those fears.

We create awesome things, and share the joy. We don’t explain, for there is no time to cry.

We get thrilled with beauty, and attempt to feel. We find them, go on a ride and lose them.

We default everything as awesome. And they told we’re as crazy as our theories.

Why not?

This is one insane corner of the world. We pen the crests and the troughs.

This I is just an excuse, a means to a better world.