Vicissitude

I'm sorry,

But this is what I don't want

I don't want your nod of agreement

while your eyes wonder to the floor

I don't want you lack of excuse

paired with lack of response

I don't want the knowledge of the problem

and the absence of action

I don't want to see your eyes grow wide

while your lips are pursed

I don't want to feel even more awkward when I ask you

when I can hear the crickets

I don't know you, your schedule, your cares and worries

I don't think I am any better than you

Truth be told I don't make a difference

The world has transformed very little since I have leant a helping hand

I collect litter that will re-accumulate in no time

I collect litter that will never add up to equal anything

Given that what I am doing is, in the grand scheme, NOTHING

Has me understanding even less as to why your response is always NOTHING