Neon Labytinth

In the shadow of the streetlights, Whispers curl like cigarette smoke, A symphony of silence, Where the night creatures provoke. Dancing with the shadows, We’re actors in the dark, Playing parts we’ve never known, In a scene that’s stark. Lost in the labyrinth of neon dreams, We’re chasing echoes, or so it seems, A carousel of midnight schemes, In a city of fractured beams. Cloaked in velvet whispers, Secrets drip like wine, In the alleys of forgotten words, Where the broken clocks align. We’re poets without pages, Singers without songs, In a maze of fleeting phases, Where nothing truly belongs. Lost in the labyrinth of neon dreams, We’re chasing echoes, or so it seems, A carousel of midnight schemes, In a city of fractured beams. The moon's a silver serpent, Coiled around our fate, We’re just travelers in its currents, Searching for the gate. So we dance with our illusions, In this theater of the night, Writing scripts of confusion, Till the dawn’s elusive light.