Washing my hands off

I look at it everyday
I try to become a part of it too
But I have realized
Perhaps, I am not meant to

So, today I wash my hands off this world
One that as a child I wondered upon
Feels like it never was mine
Only a utopia that tempted along

I see it every minute
Grow more complex than ever
But I sense now
Maybe, it was portended to fleet away

So, today I wash my hands off this world
One that I built my dreams on
Seems like it has a mind of its own
Keeping no space for hearts like this one

I think of Lady Macbeth
And the blood on her hands
But such are the worldly ways
They scar and stain one and all

So, today I wash my hands off this world
One that I once loved
Looks like it enjoys playing
Inconsiderate of people

I sense the despair
Of the anguished and the wronged
And this cannot go on
‘tis time to call for change

So, can I really wash my hands off this world?
Perhaps not.