Something Happened Strange

With the rising sun something happened I couldn't comprehend
I met a peculiar old man
That claimed he was my friend    
He told me things he couldn't have known my mother's name and my father's home but that was many years ago
I can't remember the words he spoke  
Save one phrase in my mind still sown
"If time could be written it's a palindrome"
Where I came from is a different state
No one but my wife knows these things
But as I looked at the sorrow on his face
memories he spoke it wasn't craze or age in my life I had seen him not once not a day at the dawn with the rising sun something happened strange
 
Everyday was the same without change
I walked the park alone
Each day passing a solemn bench that's never sat upon
But on this day he's sitting there
His forlorn eyes and wild hair
Whispering things I cannot hear
Stopping short as I approach the chair
Looking at me like he's know me for years
An epiphany plays on his eyes and then
He implores me to sit down beside him
Shouldn't have sat down don't know why I did
He spoke of two neighbors two best friends
He told me my whole life story and then
He also told me that I had kids
Something must have been amiss
Everything he said it was all true
Why would he put a lie into
This crazy story he had no proof
He told me he camefrom a different place another time and another space    
That could explain the discrepancies    
How I didn't know him but he knew me    
Sitting with him I was feeling deranged    
Realizing that I was gonna be late    
So I picked up my case and ran away    
At the dawn with the rising sun something happened strange
 
As time went on I forgot about
The old man's crazy tale
But I find from time to time
I think about it still
I never saw the man again
Don't think I ever will
My wife is going to leave me soon
She says that she can't deal
It's an ordeal I must confess
That I have become quite obsessed
With children we'll never be blessed
An ending I could not have guessed
Not loves repose but dead instead
Can true love really end?
 
With the rising sun something's happening that I now comprehend
As I sit on this dusty bench
Thinking of the wife I had
We had no friends or kids indeed
But we had love that's all we need
Sadly I just couldn't see
Nothing we need, we were happy
Or maybe I created a story?
In another place, in another time
Perhaps l lived a life that's not mine
Two timelines I tried to combine
And lost everything important in life
Now here I sit as an old man sad
Waiting for a friend that I never had    
Maybe if I warn him of the past    
He can have a chance to make love last    
But now I'm confused, was he my friend?For some reason I felt much closer to him
The more I think about it the more I find
I'm the only one that ever saw the guy
Then I hear footsteps approach from behind
I turn and try to look up at his face
Old and young, time and space interchange
Some may say that the universe is fake
Unless a mind enters it to create
Any experience we could contemplate
But does that mean we create our fate
Belief and faith, life and death, time and space?
Is that the gift of the human race?
Perhaps if times a palindrome
something happens strange.