Goodbye to the lights.  
The sky lights.
False suns and moons.
False stars and light blooms.

Different versions of the truth.
And even more distorted untruths.
Clocks with numbers that don't make sense.
Surrounded by walls of forest too vast and dense.

Goodbye to the sky.
The broken cracked sky.
False blues and blacks.
From open eyelids seeing through the cracks.

The morning has arrived.
Awaken and alive.
We were just part of the dead dreams.
Our universe was just scrambled thoughts and themes.