The Devil

Playing against the devil; A pact with you I made, never to forget, turned out each face to face. Still a child, am I to remain untill you die. Looking in your drawers, all I found were smiley faces. Four pink ones at that, where there should be only one. Smelling moth balls, the rest I opened. The drawers are all filled with cotton. Once it may have been of candy, or being some such or others, wild full willed dreams. But untill you die, i must remain here as a child. Looking out from the bottom of all those clouds I see floating by.