City

I live in hectic vibes,
 where chaos never sleeps.
 Traffic jams paint the morning streets,
 a symphony of honks and heat.

Every dawn, the same old scene — 
 people marching, eyes unseen.
 A silent war to catch the train,
 through crowded doors, through stress and strain.

Skyscrapers rise like dreams in glass,
 but time here always moves too fast.
 In this city, hearts may race,
 but few remember to embrace.

Still, beneath the noise and neon light,
 there’s something in the sleepless night — 
 a rhythm, raw and bittersweet,
 the city’s pulse beneath our feet.