In shadows cast by neon lights,
We chase the dreams in fleeting sights,
A world of whispers, loud and clear,
In society’s mirror, we peer.
With every step on concrete lanes,
We seek for solace amidst the chains,
Bound by norms and silent cries,
In the crowd, a soul often lies.
The digital age, a paradox grand,
Connection close, yet distant hand,
Faces glow in artificial light,
As hearts yearn for the touch of night.
Yet hope remains in every glance,
A spark of change, a second chance,
For in society’s mirrored lake,
The ripples of compassion wake.