
- In Kennesaw’s halls where circuits hum,
bright minds gather, caffeine, code, and drum.
A thousand dreams in terminal green,
the future of finance, half-built, half-seen.They speak in APIs, in whispers of keys,
of ledgers that ripple like wind through the trees.
A line of code is a wish, not yet true,
a promise that something new can accrue.
Vibes.diy hums soft in the air,
not a tool but a dare , “you dream it, don't despair.”
A brush for the builder, a spell for the bold,
prompt your idea, let the syntax unfold.The hackathon lights burn deep into night,
ideas in bloom under fluorescent light.
They craft new payments, new ways to save,
new dreams for the risk-averse and brave.Some chase yield, some chase art,
some just want to take things apart.
But all are here for that single spark,
that feeling when chaos leaves its mark.So write your future, prompt by prompt,
don’t wait for markets to anoint or adopt.
Code is the canvas, the mind the brush,
and innovation, that first quiet hush.Tomorrow’s bank is born in this room,
not marble halls, but caffeine and bloom.
Kennesaw hums, the students collide,
they’re not coding apps.... they’re summoning vibe.
BUILD YOUR DREAMS


BUILD YOUR DREAMS
BUILD YOUR DREAMS


BUILD YOUR DREAMS












