
I am a stranger to myself
My face in the mirror is not recognizable
Shadows peering from the corner
Cover my countenance
Alienation, deep and bitter
An outsider to the process of life
On the summer-soaked beach of eternity
Split off from my subconscious
Ghost–walker, the sun is a fickle mistress
And the Egyptians were right to fear
The ultimate power of the Sun God
Who takes no prisoners