The passing clouds

there's something inside of me that tells me I'm not really here, just a stranger passing through this crazy life, just a butterfly floating past, just a life that can't last.   It's all a game, the twist and turns, the passing clouds, just a game of life.  The passing clouds that follow just a game of life.   I can see what Noone else can see, I know what moone else can know.   Just a stranger passing through this crazy life.    Knowing everything, and yet knowing nothing.   It's just a game like a scary roller coaster ride, around and around all the way up, all the way down, while our emotions drown, and drown.   Just a stranger passing through this crazy life,

 a stranger always looking in, from within.    Just a game that finally ends, a circle that never bends, crazy ride that finally ends.  I'm not really here, just a stranger passing through this crazy life, always looking in, from within.      Just a stranger..