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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