In the heart of the city, a void unfurls, Silhouettes whispering, lost boys and girls. Beneath the veneered glamour, reality unfurls, We are ghostly specters in digital swirled worlds. Cityscape pulses, neon veins bleed, Faces blurring, humanity recedes, Distant stars mocking as our spirits plead, Searching for meaning in a world consumed by greed. Concrete jungle, our dreams lie lost and dead, Fear of tomorrow, existential dread, Alone in the crowd, where illusion is fed, Alienated souls, by modernity misled. {end}
