Dancing with Mr. D has lead me down many roads.
Just for clarity, Mr. D is death, not the devil.

Confusing them can lead to complications.
Though once you've met them both,
the confusion tends to fade.
The thing is the Big D, who shall not be named,
Shit and NO.
Doesn't exist on this plane, YET.
It's kind of a momentary thing.
I used to dream of climbing a pyramid and looking Big D in the eye in some kind of showdown,

cause that is why I was created.
People don't realize these days that they aren't random
they are truly created.
Every thing...is a wonder of creation.

So..Dancing with Mr. D is an awesome song from Goat's Head Soup by the Stones, I met him once in the flesh, good conversation.

So.. The Big D.. has got no stomach anymore, his eyes are nothing. He's tired of the game. At least that's what he's telling me, as he looks into my eyes and the fire dies.

Save it for later, Sooner or later your legs give way you hit the ground.

The D and I have a history,not as one sided as you would think, his bets are true. I AM, thus I have a soul.

But, I'm tired of dancing. I have my own star to retire to.

I've gotten too good at the 1000 yard stare.

D don't live here anymore.

His time is done.