Oh! Mother

I woke up and tried to reach the horizon ranch. In my yesterdays sweats the mixture of feelings l saw my vestige.
Oh! Mother, where are we?
Outside I see birds walking, we serving. Lions being chased down, peacocks fighting.
Society is in it’s dark pace, Deciduous trees bearing leaves and animals in cities.
I promise that my eyes are lying,
my heart stranded in an oasis.
My stories are told without telling In the air I see it’s presence.
Who cares about him, a nomad crossing the pacific, fighting the dark corals.

Meaning was then defined Arabian nights are deep and poetry, history said, Barbarian nights are feisty and bloody, history said,
Roman nights are victorious and story, history says.
And the human beliefs are notorious, history witness this.
Still, the inks are fading and my glasses are blind due to fog from thought factory. Confusing the finders of what is good and bad?