The invisible man

He walks the crosswalk without a word,
But if he said anything would he even be heard?
He has no voice just empty words placed in his mouth,
He gets bumped by someone and doesn’t even look south.
He sits in a block and says what he’s been programmed too,
A meeting at a boardroom, nothing new.
He sits like deadwood floating adrift,
Like a guitar he plays the same rift,
As everyone else in the mountainous crowd,
If something different happened he would be wowed.
A pattern isn’t scientific but man’s prison,
These are the words that could be slapped under a petition,
By people who want to strike out and not be the same white shirted cliché,
To not be robotic, not respond to hey.
As I sit at my window I wonder with awe,
How many people I just saw.