"The Current Focal Point"

The theme of mundane in society is solo,

The concentricity of life is the self.

Shouting just do it, here and now, YOLO,

Reasoning entirety into minuscule pleasures.

Ignorant of bodies outside the dermal,

We focus our sights onto targets of The essentia.

The passing of ghosts surround the external,

Until the persons outside fade into mere agitants.

Has not our plight been slipping from concern,

Of those who matter to contempt?

Then why do we ignore to discern,

The meaning behind our motives and actions?

A blind eye to the deaf, a fist to the vulnerable,

Such a circumstantial position taken against not ourselves,

What was was the primer has melted into tolerable,

And, in turn, become a lost cause.

Society demands it, but must we comply?