concrete rumble

Step out the frame, the door clicks behind me,

Leaving the screen where the shadows used to find me.

Cold air hits like a palm to the face,

Now I’m just a ghost in a neon-lit space.

Walking the rhythm of a 92 beat,

Counting the cracks in the skin of the street.

The city is a lung and I’m catching the breath,

Somewhere between a new life and a death.

Cabs that glide like sharks in the dark,

Flicker of a light in a desolate park.

I’m a neon ghost, but I’m finally moving,

Nothing to win and there’s nothing left for proving.

Neon ghost, floating through the haze,

Caught in the middle of a concrete maze.

The light is red but I’m moving away,

Another shadow tryna find the break of day.