Slowly

Walking slowly down these city streets at twilight's fall,

Where neon lights flicker and dance upon the urban sprawl,

Casting shadows that sway with the pulse of the city's beat,

My thoughts, entangled like vines in the maze of concrete,

Lost in the labyrinth of this bustling metropolis.

Pre-Chorus:

Oh, the city's pulse has me swaying in its rhythm's sway,

Feeling adrift yet strangely comforted by its disarray,

I've grown accustomed to these nocturnal wanderings, you see,

In the shadows, chasing fleeting glimpses where the night's free.

Chorus:

Words elude me, wrapped in mist and uncertainty's sway,