Beep Beep

Beep, Beep Beep, beep, a world of sound, where silence used to reign, machines hum through the busy streets, a soft electric strain. The city pulses bright, with lights that never sleep, and in this rush of endless noise, I hear a simple beep. Beep, beep, the signal calls, a rhythm sharp and clear, like echoes of the modern heart, that beat without a tear. Yet somewhere in the din, I dream of whispered skies, where stars still speak in quiet tones, and love in soft replies. Beep, beep, the world goes on, but I will pause and wait, for something sweeter than the sound, beneath this hurried fate.