Amidst the glow of neon lights,
A paper box, the dream ignites;
With greasy hands and hungry sighs,
We chase the scent, where virtue lies.
In hollow streets, the ghosts parade,
A symphony of choice displayed;
Yet hunger gnaws at empty bowls,
As plastic wraps conceal our goals.
......
Amidst the glow of neon lights,
A paper box, the dream ignites;
With greasy hands and hungry sighs,
We chase the scent, where virtue lies.
In hollow streets, the ghosts parade,
A symphony of choice displayed;
Yet hunger gnaws at empty bowls,
As plastic wraps conceal our goals.
......