Strange...

These strange places,
where have they gone?
These strange faces,
I was fast asleep at dawn,
I was in a queer dream,
I woke and tried to remember,
those thoughts had dispersed,
they were gone/

These strange days,
those strange people,
I always thought about the future,
today I think about the past,
today I have the strangest thoughts.

Those people I met long before,
where did they go?

Sitting under that large tree,
it's velvety leaves,
feeling it's rough bark,
my mortal skin touching to be immortal wood,
today, where has that tree gone?

Those strange images,
those strange figures that appear in front of my eyes,
those strange dreams that appear one day,
they're strange somewhere within my mind.

Those strange people,
those strange places,
empty houses,
empty spaces,
a part of strange seems to have gone,
but a large part of strange is yet to come,
each day's strange,
in it's own way,
those days become weeks, years and then a lifetime,
we will be living this strange game called life, my friend.