City lights flicker like a candle's last prayer,
casting shadows on faces too tired to care.
Skyscrapers reach, trying to snatch stars from the sky,
while the moon watches silently from up high.
Under this urban canopy, dreams are made and lost,
in the glow of the neon, no thought to the cost.
People pass by, stories untold within their eyes,
each one a universe, under the electric skies.