[Intro]
[Seven-beat guitar riff interrupted by isolated high piano notes.]

Focus.
Trace.
Follow the call.
A blue dot climbs against the wall.

[Verse 1]
The failing test was almost clear,
The racing fault was drawing near.
He held the sequence in his head—
Then one blue message flashed instead.
“Do you have time for something quick?”
A second ping, a third one clicked.
The fragile pathway slipped from sight;
He rebuilt the thought that night.

[Pre-Chorus]
At 2:08 he found the thread.
At 2:09 another said:
“Please prioritize the task below.”
Which task? Which owner? No one knows.

[Chorus]
Unread at 2:13,
Another light against the screen.
Every question marked “urgent,”
Every answer lost between.
Unread at 2:13—
How much of me must stay unseen?

[Verse 2]
A ticket changed from low to high.
No reason entered. No reply.
A meeting moved into the slot
Reserved to solve the thing they sought.
He typed, deleted, typed once more,
Then heard the message signal roar.
“Any update?” came at 2:12.
One word divided him from himself.

[Pre-Chorus]
Be helpful. Clear. Stay polite.
Do not reveal the rising spite.
He pressed his teeth against the phrase:
“Thanks for checking—I’m still engaged.”

[Chorus]
Unread at 2:13,
Another light against the screen.
Every question marked “urgent,”
Every answer lost between.
Unread at 2:13—
How much of me must stay unseen?

[Drum Break]
[Snare, muted strings and clipped piano alerts accelerate through uneven groups of seven.]

[Bridge]
I am not a room with endless doors.
I am not a queue for what you fear.
I had one thought. It had a shape.
You broke it twice, then asked the date.

[Breakdown]
No, I cannot “jump on now.”
No, I will not tell you how
A month of doubt becomes a fix
Between two pings at 2:16.

[Final Chorus]
Unread at 2:13,
Warning red replaced the green.
Every “quick” request became
Another cut behind the screen.
The good soul answered sharp and mean—
He saw the words, but left them seen.

[Outro]
The cursor blinked beside “Reply.”
The coffee cooled. The hour climbed.
He closed the chat, restored the trace—
And could not find his former place.