Maybe The Monologue Of An Idiot Poem by Matthew Holloway

There is poetry
And there is me
And little else it seems
There is love, dreams and hope
And the elusive success
There are songs sung
Rembered and forgotten
Stories, books unwritten
That could make you cry and laugh
There is thought provoking prose
Lines of dialogue
Conversations on many great things
There is a world out there
Full of friendships and ignorance
Kindness and cruelty
That way we treat others
May shape what they become
Call a man violent long enough
And even a pacifist will strike you
Many seem obsessed by time
And have none to give
The weather, the seasons, the days
Always changing
And there is I and poetry
Together writing
As though all there is
In this world
Is the next line