Stranger Than a Day

How did I, a stranger come to be
such an important part of me?
And, how come I disappeared
before I could even see?

Why does the tide change
exactly when I watch?
why do these troubles fade
slower than my thoughts?

Mind does wax and wane
it does indeed ebb and flow
Sometimes it even feels insane
and sometimes...you just know.

Theres a world on the other side
and it will always be there
the truth is always hidden
in two places at one time

How can I see that truth
how can I be in time?
There is love somewhere out of sync
And this planet is an imagination of mine!