Men Push Their Days Away In Factory Wards

chasing cars like motorcade

reach through your mind

don’t forget the steps we choose to get this far

men push away their days

in factory wards

empty out my imagination

but are we doing fine?

cars crash behind longevity

pictures burned between my fingers

stamp out every frame

run through the horses

capture my faith

shake this pain apart

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shelf-life

confusion beyond deterioration

looking for hope within

like the tunnels diving deeper inside

change beyond recollection

seams we tear apart with apathy

a clue into your instinct

the right to tranquility

men crash in shopping carts

time lifting from their hands

catching a million photographs in the wind

the bright colors drifting me closer to you

like the chemicals drifting out of sequence

a false analysis like sedimentary angels

when I grip my faith across billboard screens

the sounds lighting the future

colors like emotions re-separate

the time clock spins faster but I am drifting backwards into this chair

all the determination withstands a shelf-life

re-ignite and re-engage the glass of a broken dream