In streets where dreams are sold,
We wander through the market’s call,
Chasing shadows made of gold,
In endless pursuit, we rise and fall.

Voices echo in the bustling crowd,
Promises of wealth and grand delight,
Yet beneath the glamour, whispers loud,
Speak of struggles hidden from sight.

In towers tall, the powerful reign,
While below, the many strive to climb,
In cycles of hope and subtle pain,
Their silent stories lost in time.

And here we stand, in capitalism’s grasp,
Grasping dreams that quickly fade away,
We question the future, we question the past,
In the dance of commerce, are we led astray?