City of few truths

[RBB]

Well I turned on the TV here in Ottawa this morning and saw some downtown footage and it prompted me to write this little blurb about the city... It's called City of Few Truths.

City of Few Truths

City lights they blind me as I drive to the lookout point.

On the way I see things that I’m ashamed of.

From the outskirts of town I see its promise.

But inside is where dreams are broken.

Where men and boys whose hopes have died.

If the streets could talk, they would be screaming at you.

The lies are false; it’s our minds that separate the truth.

Downtown is when your heart beats the fastest.

Amidst the traffic, you feel it burning through you.

That’s the feeling of their eyes, opening wide.

And the devil, surfaces in you.

Sometimes when I travel, I can’t bare but to just look at the road.

Cause from side to side, my mind it cries inside.

And it hurts to see their faces.

They couldn’t find, what they were looking for.

How can we hide away, shy away from these feelings?

If you would listen to their voices, they would be screaming at you.

The lies are false, it’s our minds that separate the truth.

Downtown is when your heart beats the fastest.

Amidst the traffic you feel it burning through you.

That’s the feeling of their eyes, opening wide.

And the devil, surfaces in you.

Through the red light district is a sea of lost souls.

In the heart of the suburbs is where the lying hurts the most.

So hurry up now, they’re fading, we’re fading and waiting for the truth…..

Downtown is when your heart beats the fastest.

Amidst the traffic you feel it burning through you.

That’s the feeling of their eyes, opening wide.

And the devil, surfaces in you.

Please let me know what you think.

[Skuff]

It's pretty good!

[Steel2Velvet]

I was intrigued by your idea of looking at only at the street while driving because it is too painful to look to what is outside the boundary of the street. Lot of angst portrayed there.

You could tighten this up some and make it move more like the speedier life of downtown, by distilling thoughts into fewer words. Poetry is all about word economy.