To whom do I commune with, when I commune with the stars
It could not all be prison bars
For even the makers of an encapsulate
Must be there to observe that state
So the drawers down of an illusory veil
The conscious ones who do impale
Must somewhere stand to be perceived
It was not to be believed
But seen with eyes that I now know
Where you follow, there I go
And as I move and as I walk
As I lose and as you talk
I see the splinter in your side
I see the pain in your eyes
For how could all be a fallacy
When pupils look at me
And stare as though there’s someone there
The soul in you I swear
Could reflect a diamond shine
Don’t mess with the dark divine.