Wanderer of the night,
Wondering in day light
Jazzic winter nights I see sight.
My mind takes a flight to the promise a land.

An African whose day job is living in sands with no man hand , sure to get lost somewhere.

Nights make you think more about daylight

And daylight makes you think more about Nights.

End of the day ourselves is what we all got.

My head hot in the sun getting black as ever searching for night air.
me and sunlight should despair.