The Night is Not my Own
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
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