Random Man

These are random words,
Works of nothing, how graceful do they pose, and I pose my pen roughly
To write, a random thought, like my own,
Is to scroll a mess, a mess that makes not much sense, even to the creating mind,
You need to have a random mind, to be like me,
Are you ready for the random land, that lives in my head?
Probably not, as you do not have a wild mind, like mine,
But if you weren’t ready,
Why are you reading still?