Imagining wisps(kishern manickam)

Roaming wisps,
Just like singing gypsy's,
Panting wisps,
Just like chanting hippy's,
Roaming and singing,
Panting and chanting,
All the same,
That all came,
What's so special,
About wisps,
Dances at the tips,
Glances at the mind,
Bouncing  everywhere,
Gazing at me,
What is it telling,
To hunt for,
What are those lights,
Why do they they fight,
Showing their might,
To tell me something,
I ask again,
What,
Yet,
They still billow and bellow,
Like wind,
In mind,
Confused,
Still I ask again,
Yet these lights pass riddles and clues,
Like fiddlers and blues,
Then the point comes,
These lights were chanting,
The plight of dark memories,
That is a mashed seal,
With dashed teal,
That ruins the basket,
Of caskets,
The parts and puzzles,
Were pieced and pierced,
The true colours,
That allures good,
That haunts still of the past,
Which arrives as fast as a shark,
The memories hark like sharp winds,
Just like playing a broken harp,
The lights chant hastier,
And faster,
Driving madness,
To lose sanity,
It's like art,
Of a bowl of tarts,
Which fart ruins the rest,
Also ruining the test of endurance,
By bringing the text of defiance,
To the point,
With  a coin,
The wisp laughing,
And gagging,
Harder than ever,
Are like never,
Like a rusty lever,
Getting on the nerves,
With chanting verses,
 Till sanity is lost,
Revenge is forced,
To be avenged with cost,
Yet, 
There is no cost,
To avenge against the host,
Like a ghost,
Learning to endure negative wisps,
Is acquiring the ability to endure the negative tips.