I glanced at the painting of an old king.
A boring museum, but I still wanted to go.
Ancient writing underneath, read like some code.
One illustration looked haunted by a ghost.
It was a long day and it took forever.
Relics falling like a never-ending avalanche.
Once I went on a trip and saw an avalanche.
It would destroy this whole museum and this king.
That would create a memory to remember forever.
But I can’t help but wonder where did that king go?
The landscape looks so unique, flowers look like ghosts.
I don’t have time; I need to leave and code.
It takes even less time to find an error in my code.
I would rather be in a not so dangerous avalanche,
And then haunt this very museum as a ghost.
Even haunt the majestic landscape and the king.
Maybe I should just plan that trip again and go.
Sounds nice, I haven’t been there since forever.
Like how I haven’t taken a break since forever.
Sometimes all that’s visible in my head is my code.
I try to delete it repeatedly yet I can’t let it go.
My brain becomes a code heavy avalanche,
And this is not how I can be proud and be a king.
I just hover around my house like a lazy ghost.
What would it feel like to be a ghost?
It must be confusing and strange to exist forever.
No matter if you were a common man or a king,
And I don’t even want to write that much code.
At least I won’t die in those mountains by an avalanche,
And I would travel everywhere and just go.
They asked me to code, I said I’ll give it a go.
I dived in too deep and became like a ghost.
Now that I think about it, it felt so real that avalanche,
And I feel like I haven’t seen anything else in forever.
Not a human, not the exit, not even my code.
Only that hanging painting of the king.
And now I realize, it is me! I am the king!
And I died in the avalanche writing too much code!
And I am stuck here as a ghost, forever!