Indifferent,
Dispassionate,
Uninvolved,
Unnerved,
Innocent, at times.
A good observant, though.
Being an outsider,
A third person,
Or perspective.
An abridged version.
With no extras and cues.
Just on point.
Not more or less.
Pertinent in my universe.
A dispassionate observer,
With no fervor!

I go out and look,
But do not intrude.
I move,
And yet uninterested.
I run,
Only to my own destitute.
I am here,
And yet, I disappear-
To the world I encounter.
I see,
I scoff, roll my eyes and sigh.
I taste and feel,
Yet not to my permanent record.
Just for the experience,
For the sake of mere existence.
Yes, I exist.
In complete dispassion,
In a sense of utter lose,
With all the sights I can press,
In all the might I acquiesce.