Tuned to Emergency

High on a hill in an elevated cave
Sits a weary man
Sipping a Vanilla Coke
And working on a software plan

He listens to the radio
Tuned to emergency
Music-less he makes his charts
It's not where he wants to be

His health and his utter sanity
Are blurry if you look too fine
That twitch in his eye and the limp in his thigh
Echo his state of mind

Felt loved, felt lonely; cried, didn't die
Finished early, finished late; he even tried.
Both sides of a target ever so wide
But never quite satisfied

He is where he is by a sense of pride
God gave him gifts; that can't be denied
But what if this work makes the weak gifts get fried
And just makes the good ones hide?

Math, science, and objectified C
Matter not much in eternity
What if not smart, but kind he should be
And love and smile and climb trees?

The fridge talks truth
And the code talks beauty
Set your radio tuned
To God's frequency
Live and love
And dance, set free;
Live your life
And do your duty