Tired lights

Tired lights are illuminating the given sleeping reality,
While vibrant firefoxes are evoking the true beauty at the sepulture.
Serpent, will they ever be with you on a tree?
No my dear, nature won't fondle foolish people to climb up here.
I'm always jumping from glimpse to glimpse,
Breaking down this cloak of elusion.
The mesmerizing flow of black rivers
Is carrying the blind mirages along with
The laughing goats and their silver sticks.
The lingering doubts can be found inside
The piercing eyes of a joyful sadness.
Calm down, you know you don't belong,
And this world cannot prove you wrong.