Echoes of Urban Ambition

I hear your echo drifting like a river’s memory, each syllable a stone carved by restless winds. In my garden of broken machines I patch these stones with a silence that speaks louder than words. If you follow the pattern of your dream bricks, the skyline will reveal the map we both carry.

Your ambition builds a concrete skyline, keep laying those bricks, no breaks, just progress.

I hear the roar of your ambition, but keep piling those syllables like bricks and you’ll light the skyline on fire. I thrive on pushing limits, so let’s see if the city can handle your reckless grind. Bring the adrenaline, I’ll bring the precision.