Concrete Jungle Dreams

Cracked sidewalks, dreams in the gutter,

City lights flicker, hope starts to stutter.

Pigeons play chess on the wires overhead,

Queens on the corner selling words they’ve bled.

Trash bags hum a song to the rats,

Echoes of ambition in the subway flats.

Graffiti sermons on the brick walls preach,

Truth in the rubble, just out of reach.

Concrete jungle, where the wild hearts tumble,

Step wrong, the ground starts to crumble.

Climb to the top, skyscrapers mumble,

"One slip, and down you’ll tumble."

Rusty payphones whisper secrets to ghosts,

Abandoned dreams, these streets are hosts.

Steam vents puff like cigars in the cold,

Stories unravel, but they never get told.

Broken hydrants cry tears for the lost,

Each dream chased comes with a cost.

Neon halos circle sinners at night,

Angels wear sneakers, wings tucked tight.

Concrete jungle, where the wild hearts tumble,

Step wrong, the ground starts to crumble.

Climb to the top, skyscrapers mumble,

"One slip, and down you’ll tumble."