Nihilism Masked in Pretending

True.
Natural.
Cold.
Birthed from necessity and observation.

No one cares until they're affected.
Less a desire for false attention be fulfilled.

Passion.
Spark.
Action.
Birthed from necessity and observation.

No one cares until they're infected.
Though they put on the act until they lose the thrill.

Passion met with inaction.
Procrasti'Nation.
Someone else will take care of it.

Traction met with distraction.
Patience wasted.
Complain for the hell of it.

As an abundance of care and concern guide my being.
Practiced and put into breathing.
But in the same flip of the coin.
Dull and missing the point.

I sit back and watch the show.
Their drama over exaggerated.
Too often played for only attention.

They will follow with nowhere to go.
Drowning the righteous til exacerbated.
And their ears listen to false missions.

Passion.
Sparked.
And never lost.
Bound by my inherited honor.

Their clashes,
In the tarnished fog.
Lost cause.
So why bother?

The truest of truths,
Are never complicated.

No room to assume.
Complacence.
Hesitation.

There's no actual care.
The exception of only a few.
Unless it's exciting enough,
To consume.

No analysis of your own.
There are people fighting for food.
Unaccountable injustice,
But that's no concern to you.

There's not much i care,
But thy care less than i.
Only if it falls in the lap.
Association presumes.

But when i do it's wholehearted.
Dismissed with barely a sigh.
As they race to blind justifications.
Continue to assume.

And when it's legit,
They'll turn their heads and spit,
Because they don't really give a shit.
About themselves or you.