Man of Many Names

I don’t know why I feel I am
Once lived through all of this –
And then I have forgotten whom 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 all this 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 a 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.