Reap

Angel or demoned?
Friend or foe?
Whos to know? I reap, reap, reap what I sew.

Faces they change,
familar to strange
or seeming weirdly a glow...

But who's to know? You reap, reap, reap what you sew.

Just in your head?
Its just in your head.
or, perhaps, its your senses' instead?

Angel or demoned?
Friend or foe?
Who's to know? When we reap, reap, reap what we sew.