In the neon glow of city nights,
We dance to the rhythm of blinking lights.
Concrete jungles and towering dreams,
Whisper stories in digital streams.

Busy streets where silence rarely falls,
Echoes of footsteps in hallowed halls.
A tapestry woven with wires and screens,
Where every glance a new world means.

Connectivity in every hand we hold,
Yet hearts grow distant, growing cold.
Faces lit by devices’ glow,
In crowded rooms, we feel alone.

Among the rush and endless chase,
Seek the moments, find your place.
For in the hum of modern strife,
Lies the essence of our life.