Concrete Jungle Dreaming

Cracked pavement whispers, the block got a story,

Graffiti hieroglyphs spelling out the glory.

Streetlights flicker, shadows doing dances,

Broken glass mosaics, shattered second chances.

Dollar bills folded, sweat-stained ambition,

Corner-store prophets preaching premonitions.

The alley cat stares, eyes glowing like the moon,

Every heartbeat syncs with the city’s tune.

Concrete jungle dreaming, chasing what ain’t seen,

Hustle through the chaos, grinding for the green.

Brick walls echo, my name in the scene,

Concrete jungle dreaming, living in-between.

Rusty chain-link fences, dreams fenced in,

Shoelaces frayed, still running for the win.

Trash can symphonies, drums of the gutter,

Hope in the sewer, where the rats still mutter.

Elevators creak, skyscrapers scrape skies,

Eyes bloodshot, but the soul never lies.

Bodega smells mix with the city’s perfume,

Clock hands spin, ticking down the room.

Ashes in the wind, the phoenix still rises,

Fortunes built on rubble, no compromises.

The city takes and gives, a relentless teacher,

Every crack on the sidewalk, a silent preacher.