Randomnness

O man, it's him again Jelly toasted sandwich Peanut butter topping, Apple juice: sweet as sweet With a dash of kisses And hugs on the side, Tight grips and little kicks No balls but straight goals, Ran for the keeper Hit and run: missing but scoring Nothing but randomness, O man, chasing my dreams Hoping that I won't wake up, Ran for miles in the astral 's Woke up with a fatigue Bloody-sweaty-body Throat slit... Back stabbed... Heart ripped out, Tired as an old man! Spirit so drained... I don't think that- I can wake up again, Chased by an army of men With blades as sharp... As the tip of the eiffel tower, Ran to the gates Call me a Renegade, But I'm straight though! Pushed, betrayed and stabbed Left for death... But I was right to leave... Joined my neighbors To live in a bigger land, Called my uncles to stop calling me Met the brothers... United with my sisters Black as black A dark evening and a chrome morning Maroon and blue flooring.