People Poem by Parker Griffith

I said is there anything for me?
Don't try to ignore me.
I've been here, it's boring.
Sure this war may look gory,
But on the inside it's storming.
And if you think for a second
That this is the end,
I ask you, implore me.
I never cared much,
But I can't just pretend
That everything and all of it just may depend
On what the hell may or may not have been penned?
Lyrical?
Maybe.
Empirical?
Baby.
An unrestricted expression of the soul?
Simply crazy.
So what if I refuse my role?
Save me.
From my own insane thoughts and ideas?
I disagree.
I've searched the whole world
Only to find
That the majority of people
Aren't caring, nor kind.
They simply wallow around,
In their chemical suits
Of carbon and bonds
Never to root,
And nourish the seeds
Of others desires.
So what are we waiting for?
Let's start the fires.