I find no interest in your daily deeds,
Nor in the company that fulfills your needs.
Your attire, your pet, your meals each night,
These details fail to bring delight.

I care not for tales without validation,
For truth alone sparks contemplation.
Governance shifts from poor to worse,
An endless cycle, a binding curse.

Your thoughts of me, like fleeting air,
Are weightless whispers I need not bear.
In the realm of mind and soul, I dwell,
Unbound by notions others tell.