Running from yourself

Back where you are i am not
To say the least i bring forth
The star of the north
And belzebub himself
And the yeast from the stars
Lika cats under cars
You're running from yourself
You look to the east
But there's nothing there
But the horizon of here
And you look like a beast
As you look to the west
Thump your chest
You're part of parts of the past
And i sail forth holding the mast
I look to the south
And i still feel salt in my mouth