City Lights, Concrete Dreams

Neon buzz in the midnight air. Taxi horns and a stranger's stare. Concrete whispers,

secrets untold. Every shadow has a story of gold. City lights,

they burn so bright. Flicker fast, like the pulse of life.

Concrete dreams, they rise, they fall. But this big city,

it takes it all. Sidewalk cracks where the wildflowers grow. Graffiti,

poems, in a gathered glow. The sky's a ceiling,

but I feel no cage. Every corner turns, a brand new

page. Above the noise, I hear my name. This city's wild,