Hunched on comp late at night, music blaring loud,
Programming was my discipline, a monk lost in the crowd.
The slew of promotions and salary hikes, kept me happy for some times,
But the more I ran after money and status, the steeper were the fines.
A bigger car doesn't house a broader smile, a hard-earned lesson I got,
To find more meaning and purpose in my life, in psychology, a refuge I sought.
What better than to save some lives and heal? I had discovered my true calling.
But the impact is not that widespread, so my career needs another overhauling.
Comforts are good, legacy is better, I am now looking for some joy and fun,
To lose myself as I write daily, using clever rhymes and desperate puns.
Each poem crafted with love and care, a message in a bottle shipped away,
In the desire for laurels, I may end up with wreaths, but I'll choose poetry any day.
You may think I'm unstable and crazy, I may choose something different yet again,
But evaluating and constantly evolving your life, are all attributes of the highly sane.
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