Inbetween What Is

Chased by the rain I celebrate
Fell in love with a memory
Confused so let me demonstrate
Liminal induced fantasy

Wade wistfully through water's past
I tremble at the slightest breeze
A child lost on a crooked path
Coaxed further by a burning tree

Braised in lights of their fuchsia
Twisted to the beige of their sound
Painted wrong to write their futures
What will they do when Hell breaks out?

Enchanted by the misery
Adrift acids, oceans many.