choices

In the shadows where the whispers linger, Dreams frayed like a thread on a singer's finger, Streets painted with the tales of survival, Chill vibe, but the weight's like a trial. Cups filled with the remnants of the hustle, Life’s a puzzle, every piece has its tussle, Nights cold, but the heat’s in the pocket, Counting paper stacks, you can hear the clock tick. Moments fade, but the memories stack, Faces in the alley, shadows on the track, Chillin’ with the ghosts of the past that I know, Echoes of the life that I can’t let go. Dreams of escape, but the chains hold tight, Underneath the streetlights, the truth feels right, Chillin' with the weight, but the vibe stays clear, In the game of life, every choice reappears.