relative to an upriser

A life living a lie beyond transgression and transcendence,
searching for a point to peer out only to find brick walls encased in wax,
like looking for a wet piece of fire in the middle of winter.

You find what I thought I found in myself long ago,
and I find myself finding that your findings are more than I've ever found, deeply profound, your findings aren't findings but feelings you strike like a match in the streets illuminating an odd luminescent spark for whoever’s eyes wander that way.

Detachment detains me I'm always here but mentally somewhere else,
scouring the deep voids of imagination, looking and searching for something ill never find, constantly trying to wrap my head around the bigger picture like my mind is wired to do
but there is no set of scenarios I can map out with you
there is no bigger picture
just a bigger blank canvas

your findings are the paint scaring the portrait of my life forever , not the type of scar that bleeds and heals away, but the type of scar that stays and reminds you everyday of where you've been and why you do the things you do the type of scar that remind you of who you are.