Hours in front of the screen, keeping the cadence In a dark room, stacking experience Blue light tattooed deep in his eyes Creature of habit, endorphins deprived With headphones glued and soul offline The mobs already saw him as one of their kind To every call, he'd fake some interest Then vanish, citing conflicts as his pretext But when his vision screamed for some relief He already knew the alternate remedy He'd climb to the rooftop at scorching noon Fly his kite with a sunburnt face It's to rest my eyes, he'd proudly claim While roasting his corneas, unfazed by pain Contradiction became a sacred routine He'd release that kite like bottled-up grief With headphones 'round his neck and the world on mute Socially cautious, a messy recluse The neighbors thought he was a sorcerer Or a hacker with a financial scheme But all he ever wanted was a line in the sky Between life's latency and a loyal breeze He never had a team, but still played ball His texts were fast, but his speech, barely at all Pulling two all-nighters wasn't a problem He had his own way to unwind and solve them And when burnout finally knocked him down He'd smile at the Sun as it came back 'round He'd climb to the rooftop at scorching noon Fly his kite with no sunglasses on It's to rest my eyes, he'd say with pride While turning into cancerous bacon Contradiction became escape, almost therapy The asphalt burned, but he smiled happily With eyes wide open in a private world A difficult genius, oddly well-anchored One eye on the sky, the other on ping He was weird, but had his swing Kite in the air, firewall in his chest His social life stuck in basement spam threads He'd climb to the rooftop at scorching noon Fly his kite with fierce devotion It's to rest my eyes, he'd claim, sound insane While turning to charcoal, no longer quite human He gamed through the night, by day he'd seethe Contradiction, addiction, rebellion's creed In a strange dance between sunlight and LEDs A difficult genius, the cure for cataracts indeed