Your hands are clean because you do nothing.
You won’t let them get dirty, because it’s too hard.
You let others do the work. You can’t be bothered, why should you, it’s not your responsibility.
It’s important but not important enough.
Being in the crowd, where the world is messy and complicated, bores and frustrates you.
So your hands remain clean. Because you are outside.
[this isn’t a poem. it’s a culmination of ideas inspired by the comings and goings of my life in recent times. putting it here so i can think about it again some day]