“rejuvenation”

under the trap door we lose ourselves between chemical lies
all the colors of sadness disappear before creation
faces beyond interpretation to string my values
step to stand still against an emotional wall
dreams pressed so severe you leave me crawling against time
shake my introspection behind street scenes
paint the discoloration of a secondary relapse
push apart the sky with a gift burning for freedom
a skyscraper to dodge secrets buried from time
behind amplification pushing to describe a lost sequence
we need them here too long to understand
outstretch my hands to paint sidewalks because I miss you
lost in the streets to fall victim to sleep deficits
hide away from siren screams
men walk through supermarkets to reveal every moment left alive
you confuse love & morality but wear the same mask
blocked by the only passerby we duck every scene of your march to hold onto their life
We stare across secondary crowds to film seconds disarming from an outburst of rejuvenation