Rubber slides on asphalt with the city's falling dreams,
Where ambitions slip beneath frenetic wheels,
And these dreams, they slosh in the streets and scream
Until they meet some painless death on ­stainless steel.
An engine burns with fury to escape each dusty curve,
For dreams unbroken it roars with rising speed –
The hopes crushed under traffic can't be seen in such a blur –
But still they wither in the cracked concrete and bleed.
The motor's droning deepens as it hastens to the chase
In pursuit of where lost thoughts might one day fly,
Past every shrine to luxury with dead dreams at its base,
Where no boundaries block the freedom of the sky.