Fly-By-Night Lights

Fly-by-night lights are always so life-like.
You can get a shine from a flicker if you buy the right type.
You can decide with a snicker to shed the blood of white knights...
but darkness represents fear...which is why we need these...Fly-by-night lights

Though a fleeting flash of greatness may flicker...
on the flapping wings of the bird's eye view kite...
though wishing on a star is silly...if you decide you might...
when the galaxy flickers...you'll need those...Fly-by-night lights.

See...the jewels,women, and subliminal givens are the all-in-alls of kryptonite.
So this caped crusade puts a cap on this masquerade called life.

All hype...

No exposure beyond the fog lights...
making us think this cavalcade is alright.

Cemented here...

good foundation...live life boss-like...
but you can meet your downfall any day...all nights.

All white lights...
All bright sounds...
All tears over earth...
But all life...doesn't end under ground.

It's a difficult dream to make the simpletons king.
Life contains complicated stages...but we should let the simple ones ring.
If the vision's one thing...but the sight's unseen...
then we might become keen to run a pipe through one dream.

One dream...

one dream...

one dream...

and then the next. 

We've spent centuries learning how to make things complex.
But read between the lines for content and context...
and that will probably decide which con we run next.

Convex...

or concave?

Who's responsible for the con that tells us not to be vexed...
though our minds...are still not beyond caves?
Emancipated bound slaves...infatuated with haze...
a clouded sight line paints the skyline with a glossy glaze.

Lost in days...

Lost in times...

awed and amazed with jaded minds...

We are all Frankensteins.

Dead parts create a dead whole.
After we've lived ripe in those lights...

There's just holes.

…

The pomp and glitter of these lights...this life...
is only Fly-by-night.

The aftermath of it all...is the truest eternity.