Street Mirage

Ashes on the dashboard, echoes in the rearview,

City lights flicker, a mirage that I steer through.

Pavement whispers, the concrete’s confessions,

Every crack a story, every block a lesson.

Phone buzzed twice, ghosts callin' collect,

Dreams unpaid, still chasing that check.

Potholes in my path, life’s uneven terrain,

Umbrella in my soul, always braced for the rain.

Street mirage, can't touch what I see,

Illusions in the fog, what’s real to me?

Running on fumes, still chasing that spark,

Streetlights fade, but I glow in the dark.

Corner store symphonies, chips and loose change,

Cold world currency, life in the fast lane.

Graffiti scriptures, prophets on the brick wall,

Sermons in the spray, hope where the paint falls.

Kicks scuffed up, but the soul still clean,

Made a throne from the rubble, I’m a king unseen.

Night turns the block into a shadow ballet,

But I dance through the chaos, keep the wolves at bay.

Cardboard crowns, castles made of sand,

Dreams slip away, but I still make a stand.

Dust in my lungs, but I’m breathing in fire,

Street mirage flickers, but it fuels my desire.