Authored: December 16, 2023

You are finally here,
In a world where clocks tick without mercy,
Concrete dreams sprawl in urban decay,
Reality whispers in the hum of fluorescent lights.

Wander through streets where shadows dance,
Between the forgotten echoes of yesterday's ambition,
Neon signs flicker, casting a surreal glow,
On faces etched with tales of mundane survival.

The air tastes of stale coffee and exhaust fumes,
Where strangers pass like ships in a muted sea,
Their eyes glazed with the residue of mundane routine,
In a cityscape eternally draped in industrial gray.

You are finally here,
Among the echoes of clockwork existence,
A cog in the machinery of the strangely real,
In a world where the surreal is just another day.