Of skyscrapers, bridges and glitter,
Of as much grandeur as one can see,
Of hustle-bustle and contagious vigour,
The cities were made of everything fancy.
With a penchant for newness,
And a blazing zeal to achieve,
I ventured from home to city
A trade-off meant to deceive.
Concrete buildings, like my dreams,
Did touch the mighty skies,
But hearts, smaller than cents,
Were full of contempt and lies.
City life was voguish,
But a race to dash an extra mile,
Life at home was elementary,
But made the journey worthwhile.