I must not bikeshed.
Bikeshedding is the mind-killer.
Bikeshedding is the little-death that brings total dysfunction.
I will take action.
I will permit it to make progress through me.
And when I finish my work I will turn the inner eye to see the gains I have made.
Where the bikeshedding has gone there will be nothing.
Only action will remain.
The code must flow.
I think the poem would have been a lot prettier in a shade of blue. I know this because I have seen poems before and know that one poem was better in blue.