I shock hands with the Devil
smiled with God.
Now I sleep under the apple tree
my soul now lost.
Thousands of stars above me
am I all alone.
As I look into this crystal mass
a doorway to a throne.
But who is who, and what is what,
a confusing puzzle that I must un plot.
That blinding light I see again
transfixed, now I am frozen again.
A visitor then speaks to me
are you seeking the same the same as me.
Your answer my friend is in the stars
this chariot of mine has taken me far.
I look at him with flesh of grey
have you spoken with God or the Devil today.
He looks at me with soulful eye's
I know of neither was his reply.