You Thought Not

Cloud nine I'm on
No one is there
They are still watching
Enemies of enemies
Friends of enemies friends

They tell lies
I don't buy it
A crystal ball
Sphere in my palm

One cannot comprehend
Yet they all give in
Look in the ball,
Said the enemy

I thought you were my friend
I dont buy it.
The sunlight hit the ball as it descended.
Ambient colors of beautiful .spectrum.
Then the conclusion.
Splash of glass...