Whispers of the Skyscraper

(Verse 1) In the heart of the city, where the skyscrapers crave, The oscillation of life, a rhythm we pave. With a cervix of concrete, and a sane perspective, We deem it domestic, in this world we're collective. (Chorus) Oh, the ingenuous dream, in the midst of the strife, A studious gaze up high, where the avalanche of life. A concession to make, when we intervene, For the implications clear, in every intervene. (Verse 2) Cuckoo calls in the dusk, dainty in the dark, With a blunt reminder, of the physique we mark. A strand of agitation, a strap that we bind, On the cattle of thoughts, as we feed on the mind. (Bridge) Depreciation of time, fodder for the soul, A remembrance reminiscent, of stories retold. Antonymous to peace, an imperative need, A seismic shift in thought, as we scrap our creed. A shaft of light appears, hindering the dark, Molest not the quiet night, but seek the spark. (Chorus) Oh, the lateral view, from the outset of dawn, Provision and promise, in every new dawn. To improvise a new way, we must relinquish, The petroleum of old thoughts, for a more intimate wish. (Verse 3) Intimate the verdict, definitive the quest, A prolific output, from the definitive test. Commodity of the mind, a periscope to the soul, Whilst we stitch the fabric of our curriculum, we whole. (Outro) In the reappraisal of life, we find our place, A protest in the silence, a stitch in time's embrace. The skyscraper's whispers, a scrap of hope, a shaft of light, Guiding us through the oscillation of day and night.