Disoriented ?

As you come down from the flyover,
You can't help but notice on your left the glare,
You notice the wine shop and decide to buy some beer,
And you ask yourself, so am I there ?

Looking left, you think you might see founder of the church of Alexandria,
Looking right, as the Scottish say, the man who lived near an enclosure,
You feel the right way is neither,
And you ask yourself, so how do I get there ?

You see a place, and you think about Hendrix,
You see another, and want to own a huge mare,
You stop to have a smoke and you know where to get a few toothpicks,
But you're so confused, you don't know if you're there !

You've had enough & think maybe you should go right,
And show Him how good you can be with a prayer,
You see the palace of the God of heart,
And you can feel you're almost there ..

To enter, you need them to raise the bar,
And you think maybe you ended up nowhere,
But then you might hear the sounds from a guitar,
You would know you're near, almost there ..

You can take the lift, but make sure you close the door,
Or take the stairs, but make sure you don't swear,
Whatever you do, just make it to the second floor,
Ring the doorbell and you might even see me there ..