On a Tuesday, crisp and dimly lit,
The glow of screens, a perfect fit.
Fingers dance on the keyboard's face,
In code, I find my sacred space.
A curious quest, a puzzle unfolds,
Through labyrinths of ones and zeroes cold.
Packets whisper secrets untold,
Their trails of data, pure and bold.
The hum of fans, a rhythmic song,
The thrill of righting what feels so wrong.
Not for chaos, not for greed,
But to uncover, to sow the seed.
Scripts are written, exploits run,
Each line a battle hard-won.
Firewalls breached, the barriers fall,
Echoes of triumph in every call.
The clock ticks on, the night grows deep,
But curiosity denies me sleep.
Tuesday fades to Wednesday's hue,
Yet still, there’s more to break and do.
For hacking’s art is more than play—
It’s crafting futures from the fray.
On a Tuesday night, beneath the stars,
I stitch together this world of ours.