Mist inside my house.
A wind in my dream.
I was born asleep.
Gone as if in smoke.
It's all gone and I'm awoke
and I'm reminded of something I'd forgotten.
We have met before.
Haven't we met before?
Deja Vu.
Though I might have died,
I see myself.
I turn myself around and around and my self
surrounds me everywhere.
Searched all night to find you, and now,
now that I've found you,
the hand you reach out to me
is mine.
Such is confusion over love and goodwill to men.
I believe the Sun will know me by my new name
when it comes back.
Sun- rise!
