In the Arms of Night

In the arms of night My eyes asleep but my mind plays pictures of their own I try to forget these things and take me back to when I used to roam Then I realize that life is just a recurring circle like a sea around a planet eroding part of what was its very home I create a place of no distraction but what I see is a land without concrete and marble stone There's no riches or less of something that people want to own Then I can sleep underneath the stars knowing who we really are just travellers on a road that's richer for being unknown.