What goes on

In the shadows where the echoes of the past reside, Dreams collide, we ride the tide, where the truth can’t hide. Whispers in the night, they ignite like a firefly, Searching for the light, but the fight feels like a lie. Caught in cycles, where the rivals thrive on deceit, Concrete jungle, where the struggle’s bittersweet. Eyes wide, but the vision's getting blurry, Chasing down the glory while my heart's in a hurry. What goes on when the clock ticks slow? Fate’s a fickle mistress, never letting you know. Lost souls roam, but the path’s overgrown, And the seeds that we sow, they can’t reap what’s not shown. Life’s a canvas, but the colors fade fast, Moments slip away, like shadows they cast. In this game of thrones, where the kings turn to pawns, We keep pressing on, through the dawn, what goes on? or