In the bustling pulse of this town, where aspirations weave together,  
I drift through the currents like a shadow shrouded in dusk.  
Faces swirl around me, yet none truly perceive,  
In this sprawling sea of souls, I find myself adrift, a mere fragment lost at sea.  
An echo of laughter dances on the breeze, a whisper of grace flickers by,  
But I don this veil of despair, a mask crafted from silent cries that you're just too busy to hear.  
Each glimmer of joy is but a fleeting mirage,  
I’m crushed beneath the weight of the monotonous grind,  
By the hollow, obligatory applause that stings more than it binds.  
With every echoing heartbeat, a question reverberates,  
Am I truly alive, or simply moving along?  
Gazing through the glassy panes I call eyes, the world spins wildly away,  
I’m a ghost wandering in daylight, both present and astray.  
To feel so entwined, yet impossibly far apart,  
A haunting melody of the heart, forever torn from the start.
In this silence, I scream, though the words never form,  
A tempest inside me, forever a raging storm.