Beneath the neon city's glow,
Where shadows stretch and voices blend,
Life pulses in a restless flow,
A maze of dreams that never end.
The streets are rivers, fast and loud,
Where hope and heartache intertwine,
Love blooms amid the jostling crowd,
In fleeting moments, undefined.
Concrete towers scrape the sky,
Silent witnesses to endless chase,
For dreams born high, yet soaring low,
In the city's unforgiving embrace.
Laughter mingles with distant cries,
As souls collide, then drift apart,
Urban dreams, they shape us, too.
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