The city hums, a kaleidoscope pulse,
Colours collide in a neon convulse.
Lights paint faces in hues of control,
But some walk unseen, untouched by the whole.

Prisms shatter, rainbows blur,
In the noise, there’s a silence they prefer.
A figure unspoken, a tone undefined,
A shadow that lingers outside the design.

In a world of colour, a shade moves apart,
Unnoticed, unmeasured, but breaking the chart.
Through shimmering streets, beneath radiant skies,
A quiet defiance that never complies.

Elevator tunes play compliance in waves,
Synthetic gold strokes the lavender haze.
Filters offer brilliance, drones plead for change,
But the stride moves steady, aloof and estranged.

Electric skies, painted with care,
Promise a warmth that isn’t there.
Between the light and the endless glow,
Lies a rhythm only the silent know.

In a world of color, a shadow takes shape,
Not bending, not breaking, it finds an escape.
Through the noise of the spectrum, through fractals of light,
It moves through the day and dissolves in the night.

Laughter like shards, commands in teal,
The pulse of a system designed to conceal.
But unseen patterns trace their own way,
Unafraid of the light, unbound by the sway.

In a world of color, the untethered roam,
Not bound by the hues that define the known.
Through vibrant chaos, a stillness breathes,
A shadow of meaning the city deceives.

The spectrum burns, but shadows remain,
Unafraid of the storm, untouched by the rain.
In the heart of the hues, where brightness decays,
A quiet resolve in a world ablaze.