80,000 Points For Extra Life in poetry

we'll go down to the mall
pretend we're still nineteen
with our futures still bright
and the grass blaring green
pretend from Macys to the Target
we'll pretend from end to end

where the arcade lights once danced
we'll create a second chance
by our sheer force of will
and then I'll buy you pretzels
I think the stand is there still