Man Of Many Names
I don't know why I feel I am
Once lived through all of this - and then
I have forgotten who I was,
Who were my friends, who were my foes,
How I was called, and how I died ...
This feeling does constantly bite,
But still my memory is mist ...
It's like I start with empty list.
And yet some sparks of former life
Feel very old the time I dive
Into reflection of myself -
And this makes squeeze my soul nerve.
I feel I once had many names ...
Are these but dreams, just madness games?
I might have gone completely mad,
But these feelings long have bred.
I worn them all, they were like clothes
For man with many names I was
And many faces I once had ...
I am, no doubt, truly mad.
How one can live the endless life
And pass through death ... and still survive?
And still in times remember that
Another own name he had?
They are all mine, I once were them,
All these persons in the pram,
Like were-man I always shift ...
Is it a curse, is it a gift?
Is there is one beyond them all
That is my only truly goal,
The one, who never had the name,
The Nameless One ... are we the same?
I will remember once them all
For this is only worthy goal ...
The time will come, I'll pass through flames
To be the Man Of Many Names.
04.05.2008