Street Symphony

Concrete jungle, the blocks stay humming,

Stepping on the cracks where the dreams keep running,

Potholes deep, where the hope keeps sinking,

Wristwatch frozen, but time keeps blinking.

Corner store wisdom, got chips and advice,

Told me life's a gamble, gotta roll them dice.

Pigeons on the wire, singing low-key blues,

Newspaper headlines, yesterday’s news.

Street symphony, echoes in the night,

Broken glass glitters in the pale moonlight.

Street symphony, rhythm in the grime,

City’s heartbeat, ticking out of time.

Graffiti scriptures, the prophets on the wall,

Tales of the rise, and the stories of the fall.

Smoke spirals up, incense for the lost,

Every choice we make comes with a cost.

Sidewalk preacher, Bible in his hands,

Talks about a kingdom, but I see no land.

Busker with a sax, blowing out his soul,

City’s got a pulse, but it’s swallowing me whole.

Crumpled bills, empty cans in the gutter,

Whispers in the wind, broken dreams mutter.

Neon signs buzz, promise false gold,

City’s a wolf, and the night’s ice cold.