City lights blur, a constant race, 

Success a trophy, a hollow embrace. 

Dreams, like smoke, vanish in the air, 

Leaving a void, a whispered prayer. 

 

They cheer my name, a symphony loud, 

But in the quiet, a silent shroud. 

I crave to fly, to break these chains, 

To chase those dreams, washed away by rains. 

 

Memories whisper, a haunting plea, 

Of paths not taken, a life meant to be. 

Dreams I discarded, a heavyweight, 

Haunt every step, a bitter fate. 

 

Lost in the crowd, a nameless face, 

Searching for peace, a resting place. 

The wind whispers secrets, a gentle sigh, 

Of dreams that linger, beneath the sky. 

 

I’ve started finding happiness amidst thorns, 

Dreams, like dust, they settle, and rise once more, 

Brush them away, but they’re never truly gone. 

 

This path I walk, is it truly mine? 

A longing whispers, a different sign. 

In this maze of life, I blindly roam, 

The answer hidden, a place to call home. 

 

Dreams still flicker, like fireflies' gleam, 

Lost desires, a forgotten dream. 

A single wish, a whispered plea, 

To find herself, just for a breath, to be free. 

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