In the concrete jungle where the city's breath stirs

In the concrete jungle where the city's breath stirs, Civilized man wanders, a ghost in artificial whispers, Lost to the wild call of instinct’s embrace, Trapped in a maze of steel, devoid of nature's grace. His feet tread on cold and bare sidewalks, A barren path, where instinct finds no shelter. The urban sprawl, an artisanal sheath, Separated from the earth, where shadows retreat. Invisible chains forcefully bind his spirit, Laws and moralities shaped in cold, sterile light, By unseen hands scripting his every move, A puppet dancing to rhythms he cannot choose. Deep in the labyrinth of his mind, Echoes of lost instincts he struggles to find. Manufactured barriers rise, walls of conformity, Suppressing the wild, the authentic instinct, true identity. He floats in endless spaces, a daring new void, A realm where facts and fiction ingeniously entwine. Freedom and slavery, war and peace unite, In this synthetic world, how do we define? Twilight descends, the day's last gentle sigh, Beneath the urban haze, stars still try to rise high. Yet, their light obscured by false fluorescent suns, Guiding paths away from nature's ancient runs. Instincts whisper softly through the urban hum, A quiet buzz beneath humanity's confined skin. “Trust,” they murmur, “in the wild heart within, Break free from chains, let the true instinct begin.” For deep within man's genetic core, Lies an unwavering compass pointing to nature’s door. But the noise and bustle of the urban beast, Drown the call to wilderness, to nature's feast. Through the fog of neon, a glimmer seeks to find, A way back to roots, to humankind's origin. Where instincts run free, raw and unrefined, Leading to truths beyond the city's constrictions. A dance of shadows, whispers in the night, The true instinct, the heart's forgotten light. A journey back to instincts, to the soul’s truest form, Through the urban storm, to the wild winds warm. Rediscover the beast that lies within, Tear down barriers, let the journey begin. For in the silent call of deep forests, The soul awakens from its synthetic sleep. No longer lost in vast spaces, Instinct guiding, reconnecting to the past. In the heart of man, the wild spark gleams, In the urban quiet, nature's whisper redeems.