pack of cereal

I guess my life is a true game in the land, no man understands the reason of my acts in this simple world or am I so wrong? suddenly everything I know goes deeper into the grass and I spend my nites running away from anyting I see, it feels like if they have stole my soul, then I wake up and realize my feet in the same old ground, can't open no box of cereal , no milky pack, can't chase my shadow in the nite and there you are...