Oh, I have walked the Pattern through the shadows and the thunder
From the shadow worlds to Amber where my life was pulled asunder
But my life's no less confusing now then it had been before,
And I cannot tell who's with me, or against me, anymore.
My brothers all are traitors, and my sisters all are crazy
With no consciences to speak of, and with morals vague and hazy.
But, then, who am I to try and put their actions to the test,
When I have done the same and am no better than the rest?
Oh, I have walked the Pattern to the place where shadows ended
But that place was not in Amber as the wizards had pretended
It was barren, dead, and lifeless__there was nothing there to see
But the shadow of a shadow of a shadow that was me.
Oh, I have walked the Pattern 'til my senses were confounded
'Til my mind was in confusion, by perplexity surrounded.
And illusion took the place of all the things I thought were real
I can no longer tell for certain what I think or feel
Oh, I have walked the Pattern and the Trumps are mine for using
But there seems to be no meaning in a pattern this confusing
Are these shadows that I walk through just illusion that I see?
Or have I become the shadow and are they reality?