In a city full of programmers
I’m troubleshooting my life
In a city full of coders
I’m trying to hold my poise
In a city full of hikers
I’m walking my own way
In a city full of rain
I’m looking for my own ray
In a city of washed up grungers
I’m calling out to my own spirit
In a city full of hip entrepreneurs
I’m defining my own kind of success
In a city full of grey
I’m breaking through my fray
In a city full of sleeplessness
I’ll weep for my startup dreams
In a city full of homeless in donated North Face
I’ll work my way of the bottom race
In a city full of fallen crane
I’ll find my own terrain
In a city full of innovation
I’ll recompose my dead body