Morning Sprint to Silicon

Who’s that flashing by like light?

A blur of wheels, a smile so bright.

He rides the wind with steady grace,

Ideas flicker across his face.

He’s not just cycling, that’s for sure,

There’s something he’s excited for.

A test to run? A code to try?

A breakthrough thought he can’t deny.

You see it in his dreaming eyes,

The way he watches morning skies.

A mind that builds, a hand that makes,

He rides for chips and tiny flakes.

Could it be the controller gain?

Or molding tool that earns its name?

Or maybe—yes—a fault to trace,

Inside the trim-and-form’s embrace.

He starts the day with shining eyes,

With steady hands and mind that flies.

He’ll work all day with full delight,

Then miss it when it turns to night.