Let’s get lost
The city looks so inviting
The radio is loud enough
to cover our pounding hearts
Let’s get lost in a moment
or a million moments
Tires are spinning and
The city welcomes us.
Now we are driving down
East Hastings, I found
myself here and I’m trying
to keep quiet, and I’m
hiding behind the glass
and the metal of my car,
And I’m scared, partly of
the homeless that are
roaming the streets, mostly
of the “normal” people who
will look without seeing.
I’m scared but I shouldn’t
be. The homeless should
feel scared, or maybe it is
the other way around?
They have nothing to lose
and I have everything
Horns honk behind me,
I though the light was
red but turns out it’s not
anymore, and the city
isn’t welcoming anymore,
and all these impatient
people with blank,
expressionless faces, I
want to say to them
“Go ahead, drive quickly,
you’ve got places to go
and people to see”, but
I know the most real people
in this city are the ones on
the sidewalks, the ones
we drive past so quickly
that the colours of their
clothes, the colours of
their bags, of their skin
all blurs and
disappears.
But reality beckons, and
all you people in your
fast cars going places
are missing something
Why did my instinct take
me here tonight? I went
for a drive to escape my
life and look where it
brought me, it brought me
to chaos, even though
all you see is pain.
Maybe you think you’re
so much better, look
around and you will realize
our pain is all the same,
our faces are all the same,
our lives are all the same,
We are all the same.
