Urban Hunt

Oh, the joys of searching for parking,
Never an easy task to tackle,
Frustration often seems to follow.

As I navigate the crowded streets,
Hoping for a spot that feels like a win.
Oh, the joys of searching for parking.

With every turn, my patience wears thin.
I scan the curbs, my hopes on the rise,
Never an easy task to tackle,

Dreaming of freedom beneath open skies.
As empty spaces dance just out of reach.
Frustration often seems to follow.