Every city is like a maze,
Plots with various turns and twist,
Towers of age old touching skies,
A glimmering jungle where we exist.
Each one has it’s own character,
It’s own story and speed of life.
Unique language persists in each,
Concrete jungles where we strife.
Seemingly similar yet not the same,
Something makes these cities alive,
I have played my role in many,
Just like every other who reside.
As I stare at these glimmering jungles,
I see a game unfolding by me.
Funny is this show of light,
Different despite being similar, irony.