The Night is Not My Own by Robin Clarissa The night is not my own Reality is not here, it's not there. Is it real? The wind sounds like waves Is it some distant waves crossing on the shore Or is it just the trees whisper ways back and forth? Slow down mind Slow down mind Slow down mind Piercing thoughts, race like the horse with no end in sight Do it again or do they end? That is the question I would love to know Darkness seeks revenge follows, but still sleeps Slow down mind Slow down mind Slow down mind Can you tell what is real? Have you put that notion there? What is black and what is white? It is neither. Colors only shadow and make believe that everything is fun Slow down mind Slow down mind Slow down our mind