The city never sleeps but always dreams
Dreaming always of bigger things
A newspaper blows across the empty street
It feels like Armageddon
We burn this city
burn this city
down
On and on we go
Chasing things that never last
In the end we are spent
The future has become the past
We are running down a myth
Author notes
Something I thought up while walking through downtown Denver.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I agree with Scion. You have a real gift for painting a vivid picture in very short well placed words. Good to read your work again.
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Two things: it's amazing how such inspiration shines through the brevity here, and I need to visit Denver more often (speaking of inspiration...)
This is so gritty and true and sad and harrowing. But I love it. You did a fantastic job weaving the rhyme in. sounds sing-songy, but in a Dante's "Inferno" kind of way. Yup, don't change a thing. Cheers.
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This is surprisingly deep despite the lack of words. What you have used speaks volumes, and I mean that. A casual observer would shrug, say "wow that's pretty", but I think it's magnificent. you're talented.
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