In the labyrinth of steel and glass,
Where dreams are forged and futures cast,
The whispers of ambition rise,
Beneath the endless, starlit skies.
With every deal and handshake firm,
We chase the visions that confirm,
Our place within this bustling race,
Seeking fortune, seeking grace.
The ticking clocks and flashing screens,
Are witnesses to countless dreams,
Of empires built on sweat and toil,
Amidst the rush, amidst the roil.
Yet in the calm of evening’s glow,
We ponder where our spirits go,
For in this chase, both fierce and grand,
We find our hearts, we find our stand.