The Beauty That Corrodes

A single line erupts from the comfort of the skyline
now only errors can unfold
proceed invisible distance like vertical
one more limit
footsteps cross the line that hands tend to take away
inaudible cars
the buzz of lights seeks underneath my lower lip
my speech is all blur
as long as crescents are able to be in front of me
my fascination is untouched

on road
that is were minds are understood
where the lights can pay tribute to my inner convictions
moves towards different directions
reassociate the laughter
hover the amnesia
it turns to love
turns to love
give it a shot
make it dance the traffic away

forwards to advance and i'm stable on my hands sitting down
it's the beauty that the streets corrode