The Invisible Man

The Invisible Man.

Sometimes I am the invisible man.
I step outside and the world exists.
Cars honk, lights change, fires rage.
Fists fly and lips meet.
But I am the invisble man.
I stand outside the circle of life.
On the bus I get shoved around.
Pushed and shoved by those who can't see me.
I open my mouth to speak but they can't hear me.
My heart beats but only I can feel it.
I'm just going about my day as the invisble man.
Counting the hours until I can return home.
Wherever home is.
They say it's where the heart lies.
So i'll start there.
Seeking out what is broken in the cold winter air.

Move's are made.
In this game of life.
But I wasn't invited to the party.
Groups of men in a large room bang gavels and decide my fate
Bombs are developed.
Children starve.
But I don't agree.
I don't want things that way.
I got my idea of how things can work.
But I'm the invisible man.

I roam the streets as the invisible man.
I see a heart to inspire.
A tear to stop.
And reverse backtowards the origin pain.
But even the invisible man knows tears are necessary.
In order to incite progress? You must lay out all your pros and make your best guess
One thing I'd recommend aganist is to become a poet.
You'll inevitably wind up on the street.
Cupping your hands over your mouth so save heat.
Digging in your trousers for change that counts.
Ah, where to lay your loyalties.
The invisible man has no real friends.
I just took that smile the wrong way.
That touch the wrong way.
That kiss the wrong way.
They were hungry for justice.
Pointing every which way.
I caused the chaos with a guilty smike and silently slipped away.

The life of an insivible man.