I’m humming while I’m updating—bad habit, true, My lips say “minimum,” “maximum,” like a little taboo. [Verse] GAO drops another summary—requirements, groups, timelines, Meanwhile my manager wants “AI everywhere” by Friday at nine. I keep patch notes in my pocket like old love letters, Because “implementation” feels safer in smaller measures. I say it fast: interagency interoperability, Then I say it slow: “I’m tired,” and that’s my honesty. [Pre-Chorus] New tools, new rules—same old rent, Same old need to feel relevant. [Chorus] Patch notes in my pocket, holes in my jeans, I’m trying to keep up with the shifting machine. But I still want a chorus that a friend can sing, Not a dashboard, not a KPI thing. [Bridge] I trade one feature for a weekend—worth it. I mute the notifications and let my brain un-knot it. Then I come back, bright-eyed, syllables aligned, And the song sounds like a person with time. [Outro] Patch notes, pocket—paper-soft proof: I’m still here. I’m still in the loop.
