A single line…
becomes a signal.

In solitude we write,
to the masses we commit.
Thoughts assembled in the shadows
slowly finding where they fit.

Hours in the pale blue glow,
steady hands that don’t forget.
What begins beneath our fingers
moves beyond our own intent.

No audience, no stage
just purpose in the code.
A pulse becomes a pattern
on an ever-branching road.

Commit to the masses,
let the branches grow.
Grow… with you…

What starts in isolation
becomes a world renewed.
Renewed…

Commit to the masses
quiet sparks, shared art.
Shared art…
The future that we’re shaping
begins as one small step.

Lines revise the lines before them,
nothing certain, nothing fixed.
Break a boundary, test a version
see what rises from the mix.

No audience, no stage
Still the pattern grows.

Commit to the masses,
release what you create.
What starts in isolation
reshapes the lives we make.

Commit to the masses
quiet hands, steady art.
The world we keep improving
begins as one small step.

Touch the line… follow it through…
Nothing ends
It becomes something new.

Commit to the masses,
let the branches grow.
Grow… grow…

What starts in isolation
becomes a world renewed.
Renewed… renewed…

Commit to the masses
every change a spark.
A spark… a spark…
The future isn’t borrowed
We build it…
In the dark.
We build it…
In the dark.