Maemo Hacker's Lament

It's a gray Fall morning in Southern California
Yet I can already see the promise of April
It's just how it is down here
They say there's magic where waves crash near 30 degrees
It's just how it is down here

And there sits my n900
It too shows April promise, and December promise as well
But so much is locked, and there's so little time...
Oh, the code I've written that will fade like memories
Code that poked and mimicked hard shells of binaries closed

Frolicking in Maemo brings so much joy
Yet wandering in abandoned fields hints of happiness lost
I'm pulled to where the waters still run
Gentle streams with soft rapids that fill the silence with calm
This is where I can be found