© emokidIn a world where shadows linger long,
The colors fade, the notes of joy are wrong,
Each day unfolds like a worn-out page,
A story trapped in a timeless cage.

The sun rises, yet it seems to pale,
The winds whisper secrets, but they’re frail,
The same old faces in the bustling crowd,
Echoes of laughter, but none too loud.

The trees stand still, their leaves a dull green,
The sky, a canvas, yet rarely serene,
The clock ticks on, its rhythm a drone,
In the heart of the city, we wander alone.

The coffee brews in the same old cup, ...