Real People are Volatile

Real people are volatile.
They scream, they fight, they die... suddenly.
Without rhyme or reason shift gears, change minds, decide.
They smoke to live life to the fullest.
They dream knowing death will come for them early.
Real people are volatile.
The depth at which they feel is not your fault.
They are real.
They love, and laugh, and wrestle happiness to the ground.
Hoping to pin it for good.
Or jump out a window knowing it is gone for good.
Real people are volatile.
Their sanity is subjective...
They close their eyes, stick out their arms and spin
Accidentally striking
Becoming dizzy with time
And falling finally
falling
Into the grass.