Amidst the canvas of urban hues, I perch,
Witnessing life’s tapestry unfurl with each lurch.
Brick and mortar tales etched in silent grace,
As amber lights dance in their nightly embrace.
Through the veils of twilight, structures stand tall,
Whispering stories of yore, echoing in the sprawl.
With each passing moment, a fleeting glance,
A symphony of colors in this transient dance.
The rhythm of wheels, a subtle refrain,
Guiding me through avenues, a transient domain.
In shadows and light, the city reveals its soul,
A mosaic of moments, an ever-changing scroll.
In this fleeting journey, I find solace profound,
In the silent symphony of sights and sound.
For in the motion’s embrace, I am free to roam,
A silent observer in the canvas of home.
