Keeping yourself healthy is tricky.
There's so many things you should track.
Like managing your intake of liquids,
And all of the vitamins you lack.

Falling through the vortex
at a milllion miles an hour.
I know that I should slow down,
but I haven't got the power.

I'm watching a livestream.
Otakupunk's playing.
He's shooting a lot.
My coding is straying.

The spaceman has landed.
Now what will he do?
I bet that he's desperate
to use a real loo.

Trying my hardest to code all the things.
My projects are all getting scattered.
I no longer remember which ones I've completed.
The current idea's all that matters.

Something with jumping,
I think that's what it'll be.
But I've no plan, though.
We'll just have to wait and see.

Frantically hunting to find out a way
to render my frames out to video.
It seems like it's something that would've been done.
But I don't think that anyone's tried it before.

The moment's arrived.
The day that I've feared.
I've coded too much,
and I'm out of ideas.

Here comes the rain again.
It's always just the same.
Another day that I'll stay in,
Writing yet another game..

Typing away at the games that I make,
I lose sense of time, and my coffee gets cold.
I code for a day, then a week, then a year.
I look in the mirror, and damn I've got old.

Buttered or Salted
And also in Sweet
The popcorn is varied
A wonderful treat.

You weren't here long enough.
We hardly knew ya.
But now we say goodbye.
To our wonderful OUYA.

Wondering quite how the gameplay will flow.
Closer to perfect, it's getting.
Figuring out all the things it will need,
As I tweak and I change all the settings.

The OUYA is over.
No more will it fight.
Time for the Razer
to do what is right.

Coding lots of little things
to help me on my way.
Making lots of Sprites and Levels
for the games you play.

Travelling far through the universe
I saw all the planets and moons.
The galaxies sparkled like glitter,
as their stars floated 'round like balloons.

Another week over,
and what have I done?
A menu, restarted.
A game half begun.

The screen turns blue.
Rage fills my cheeks.
Another damn reboot...
Did I save all my tweaks?

Carefully crafting the things that I craft.
I wonder if there is a reason.
But then I remember how boring life is,
when I'm stuck in the house for all seasons.

The course of true love.
Never runs as is fated.
My bike doesn't either.
Its tire's deflated.