Dormancy

Freaky lights,
Frying flights—
All I want is just the rhyming sets.

Do I care, or do I not?
Sleeping were all,
The designers, craft, and thought.

Pingle towards the blazing rings,
Flattering are my words.

Some will say,
Some not will.

High level, going abuzz on the sight—
Punctuate my life with forever connecting lights.