Barista to BinaryNever Enough

Steam wand hisses, a serpent's song, Wipe the counter where the lost belong. The day unfolds in shades of steam and steel, A meditation on a life that isn't real. Each latte's heart a fleeting, fragile art, A ritual performed to play a part. This repetition is a prayer I didn't choose, A penance paid for dreaming I could lose. But then the glimpse arrives, A crack in the sky where the future thrives! A signal through the drone, a flicker on the screen, A vision of the ghost inside the new machine! Two gods arrive on a different-colored sound, Speaking dialects on holy, digital ground. Their keyboards chatter, a code I can't decode, Planting server farms along a brand new road. They order flat whites, talk of IPOs and seed, And water all the gardens of my secret, dormant greed. Their world is scalable, a network and a name, While I'm just polishing the chrome around a dying flame. And oh, the glimpse arrives, A crack in the sky where the future thrives! A signal through the drone, a flicker on the screen, A vision of the ghost inside the new machine! I see the path... it's paved with light, not with stone... Their language is a logic... mine is only bone... I want to live inside their signal... not just hear the drone... I need a life... my own... my own... And oh, the glimpse arrives! A fire in the sky where my own future thrives! This signal through the drone is the only truth I've seen! I'll be the ghost that builds the new machine!