Lost in the city's neon maze,
A wanderer amidst the daze.
Faces blur, a lonely plight,
Seeking solace in the night.
Concrete canyons pierce the sky,
A million souls, a silent cry.
Do we belong in this concrete shell?
Where purpose hides, a whispered spell.
But listen close, a gentle sigh,
Jasmine blooms beneath the sky.
In quiet moments, we find our peace,
A space to breathe, a spirit's release.
The world may seem so cold and vast,
But hold on tight, these feelings won't last.
For connection blooms, a vibrant hue,
We're not lost souls, but me and you.