In the bustling streets where silence fades,
Voices rise amidst the digital haze.
Faces glow from screens, not sun,
Connections lost, though we’ve begun.

Echoes of the past, we hear,
Traditions held, yet futures near.
Progress sings, yet shadows linger,
In hearts that yearn, in minds that wander.

The city breathes in synthetic air,
Concrete jungles, souls laid bare.
Searching for a place to belong,
In this cacophony, we find our song.

Society’s threads, intricate, fine,
We weave our stories, yours and mine.
In unity and strife, we see,
The essence of humanity.