The speaker gives a kind of instruction manual for seeing life differently. The opening lines are playful and a little wild: spitting stars into the sky, smiling like a reptile, dancing until you fly. The advice to skip the funfair when you already hold all the tickets seems to say that you shouldn't chase thrills you already have the power to enjoy.
The second stanza turns darker. Sunsets are lovely but sad, and night brings wolves, which the poem seems to use as a symbol for fear or trouble. The speaker's answer is to open your eyes and face unfinished business, so that the fear runs off. Later, the poem imagines growing a third eye in the mind and crying tears that "sprout," suggesting sadness can lead to growth. The last two lines ask the reader to let their eyes become ancient and to see space in new shapes. The mood is dreamy, encouraging and slightly surreal, with a hopeful push toward clearer, fresher sight.