Wordle

[Verse 1] Every morning poses riddles, words wrapped in enigma’s shade, Today, I stand, assured, poised to break the barricade. Letters fly from under my fingers, each one a hopeful bet, Crafting words from chaos, in this linguistic roulette. [Chorus] Yellow letters, yellow letters, My life, a saga of near hits. Yellow letters, yellow letters, So close, yet far, my wit permits. [Verse 2] I see them dance—a yellow haze, almost but not just right, Each guess a stroke of insight, victory still out of sight. My intellect, a sword, swings amidst hues of mocking gold, One chance remains, breath bated, will the right word unfold? [Chorus] Yellow letters, yellow letters, Teasing me with golden jests. Yellow letters, yellow letters, Each a clue to my mind’s quests. [solo] [Bridge] Pressure mounts like silent thunder, ticking time's decree, Will this final daring leap grant triumph or plea? Seconds dwindle, stakes are high, with one last word to claim, In this battle of wits and wills, only I am to blame. [Outro] Oh hey, I nailed it, the last guess clinches my win, Six attempts better than none, tomorrow, I'll spin. Yellow letters, now allies, in a world of grey and green, Small victories, sweetly seized, in the wordle scene.