Who can this frightened person be
 Reflected in the glass?
It looks a little bit like me
 If decades were to pass.

Where is this place? I look around
 For something I might know,
But only mysteries surround
 From nightmares long ago.

Who is this person at the door?
 I don't know why he came;
I've never seen his face before
 And yet he knows my name.

Who am I?  Please take my hand
 And guide me though the haze;
I'm lost within a foreign land
 Without my yesterdays.