In the dazzle of city lights so bright,Where every face is lost in the crowd,We chase dreams under the moon’s soft sight,Seeking echoes of whispers never loud.
The pulse of life beats in rhythm’s embrace,Fame’s fleeting shadow dances on the wall,In a sea of voices, we find our place,Yet the silence of solitude hears it all.
Each moment captured in a digital frame,Shared stories weave the fabric of our days,In the quest for a never-ending name,We find meaning in both the sun and haze.
Yet beneath the surface of endless noise,Lies the quiet truth of who we are,In the mirror’s gaze, we find our poise,A reminder that life is both near and far.