In the beginning, there was chaos—bytes and bugs,
And then, the Developer said, “Let there be light!”
But the light flickered, a mere LED in the vast dark,
And so, debugging began.

We coded our lives in binary logic,
Ones and zeroes, truths and lies,
As if existence could be parsed,
As if hearts could be debugged.

Love was an infinite loop,
Syntax perfect, yet always crashing,
While our dreams were stored in volatile memory,
Disappearing with every hard reboot.

The world, they said, is an elegant algorithm,
A series of if-else statements, clean and clear,
But we found edge cases in every step,
Exceptions thrown in the face of our plans.

Beautiful and cruel, duality defined—
We wrote functions to handle heartbreak,
Nested our hopes within conditional blocks,
Yet segfaults of sorrow still snuck through.

We compiled our days, optimized for efficiency,
Yet the runtime errors of fate mocked us,
Debug logs filled with regrets,
Patches of wisdom applied too late.

In this cruel-beautiful world,
We, the developers of dreams,
Cherish the glitches, the bugs in our code,
For in their chaotic beauty, we find humanity.

And so, we love—imperfectly, gloriously,
Our lives a spaghetti code of joy and pain,
With each compile, a step towards the sublime,
Knowing that, in the end, we are all just
Programs seeking to understand the infinite.

So here’s to the world—our harshest compiler,
May we debug our hearts with empathy,
And in the labyrinth of logic and life,
Find love in every tangled line.