Near Pointless Poem

I can’t feel the fire. I don’t have a single thought inside my head. I can’t resolve the words I heard today or make sense of what I’ve said. I don’t want to know more than what I’ve heard for years. I can’t tell much more than what’s been put through both my ears. I don’t want to feel the fire lit under my ass for telling the truth of why I have the need for rhymes to never pass. I can’t understand why my rhymes have to be put to the fire when all I really want to do is stop, think, and inspire. I don’t really have a way to end this pointless poem without first pointing out I found a way to stop the endless drone. I can’t stop there with one more thing to say that when I sat down to write this I didn’t think it would go this way.