We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when. Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend. Which came as some surprise. I spoke into his eyes. "I thought you died alone, a long long time ago." "Oh no, not me. I never lost control. You're face to face, with The Man Who Sold The World." I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home. I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed. I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here. We must have died alone, a long long time ago. "Who knows? Not me. We never lost control. You're face to face, with the Man who Sold the World."