Hello, World

Twelve years old, a blinking line White on a midnight screen A cursor waiting on my word Patient as a machine I typed a spell in a borrowed tongue Careful, line by line Hit return like a lightning strike And the answer glowed: it's mine It answered me, it answered me Ten green letters on the glass Hello, world, I hear you humming Hello, world, I'm coming through Every fragment finds a purpose Every line makes something new I fell in love with the making With the power in my hands Type a thought and watch it breathing Watch it grow to where it stands Errors bloomed in flashing red I learned to love them too Every crash a lesson written Every bug a breadcrumb through Days at school I'd count the hours Nights I'd disappear Building worlds up out of nothing Twelve-year-old engineer It answered me, it answered me Ten green letters on the glass Hello, world, I hear you humming Hello, world, I'm coming through Every fragment finds a purpose Every line makes something new I fell in love with the making With the power in my hands Type a thought and watch it breathing Watch it grow to where it stands They asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up I looked at the cursor, still blinking, still waiting And I thought: I'm already becoming it One line at a time Hello, world, I hear you humming Hello, world, I'm coming through Every fragment finds a purpose Every line makes something new I fell in love with the making With the power in my hands Type a thought and watch it breathing Watch it grow to where it stands Still that cursor blinks in me What else can I teach to speak