In the heart of a bustling city's roar,
I embarked upon a rushy tour,
Through neon streets where time runs fast,
And dreams flicker, then swiftly past.

Skyscrapers loom like giants tall,
Casting shadows that slowly crawl,
Amidst the throng of hurried feet,
I tread this labyrinth of concrete.

Faces blur like passing streams,
Lost in the whirl of urgent schemes,
Each with a story, untold, unseen,
In this urban jungle, vibrant and keen.

The rush of life, a ceaseless race,
In the pulse of this sprawling place,
Yet amidst the chaos, I find my peace,
In the poetry of motion that will never cease.

For in this city's fervent core,
I sense a heartbeat, an ancient lore