everything is here, all this power at our fingertips

some shy from it, scared of the glow, the crackle of electricity

those not scared away, their lips curve up as they move forward

their fingers drum endlessly as they type onward

the noise drives away those not committed to their cause

the challenge grabs the rest, they don’t think of stopping

new languages created to bridge the gap

scripts flow from them like poetry of the machine

the longer they sit and type, the higher up they advance everyone

no longer do they discover for only themselves

the challenges are now from the masses, the hordes, around them

they never stop, they never cease, as one falls down, another takes his seat