The Amazones 1986

The man ran upstairs,
a door closed and opened
The eye of the fire burned
He sat in his armchair as if
it was not him who had gone to sit in it.

He ran trough the woods,
and saw himself running trough high grass.
Strange unknown feelings
went trough him
As he saw what he hat wanted to see
The next day people were looking at
the dark under his eyes and nails,

And now he started to change
He cried when he was happy and
laughed when he was sad
He had always wondered
what he looked like in the mirror
when he closed his eyes.