(Verse 1) I planted code, where night seeds grow, Sowing webs of thought, watch my ideas flow, But when the moon's glow and the world's low, I find my groove in beats, where dreams grow. (Chorus) From coding webs to spinning tracks, I find release, In the rhythm's pulse, where my soul finds peace, I craft tales with syntax, and ride the sound wave, Blogger by day, by night, a lyrical sage. (Verse 2) Late-night architect, weaving dreams in code, Shaping digital threads, from which stories unfold, From HTML lines to verses sculpted bold, My blog's evolution mirrors tales yet untold. (Bridge) In the digital realm, where bits kiss the night, I harvest thoughts and melodies, my creative flight, Coding narratives into existence, I transcend, From virtual realms to live stages, where legends blend. (Verse 3) Here I stand, weaving pixels and rhyme, Crafting truths into lines, echoing through time, From backend scripts to stages that shine, I script my journey, flipping scripts divine. From syntax symphonies to poetic sway, I merge realms, crafting presence in every display, From digital echoes to analog applause, Living my passion, breaking through walls. (Chorus) From coding webs to spinning tracks, I find release, In the rhythm's pulse, where my soul finds peace, I craft tales with syntax, and ride the sound wave, Blogger by day, by night, a lyrical sage. (Outro) Whether keystrokes or verses that rhyme, I sculpt my narrative, transcending each time, From websites to mixtapes, part of the art, Blogger, musician, united by a beating heart.