it's strange!

it's strange
these days
how the words rearrange
how the verses
go away
how they reverses
in my mind
sometimes it's kind
sometimes it ain't
sometimes a sinner
sometimes a saint

sometimes a beginner
sometimes a dead-ender
sometimes a seeker
sometimes a finder
sometimes a sleeker
sometimes a behinder

sometimes a poet
sometimes a don't-know-it
sometimes slow it down
sometimes sometimes
just goes around
sometimes
i can't be found
sometimes
there ain't no sound

no songs
no wrongs
so where do i belongs

ain't it strange
how we rearrange
these days
those days
the old ways
seem to slip away

into yesterdays

& tomorrows
'cause
they borrows
from todays
& forevers
lost in nevers
if evers
they be

strange
now
it's you & me

strange
how
strange
can be