No One

She watched as they passed,
Old,
Young,
Busy,
Strolling,
Humming,
Talking,
Eating,
Laughing.
No one so much as acknowledged her.
She studied them,
Mice in a box.
No one so much as to stop and think.

She waited for them,
Years passed.
No one so much as thought to question.
Then one day she stood,
She chose one at random,
A "model citizen" they would call him.
She took a deep breath,
And,
With a powerful, seemingly new and unused voice spoke,
"Why do you walk on pavements when the grass is a luscious green? 
Why do you choose to dress alike when there are options galore? 
Why is it you talk and walk the same when you can dance and skip and hop?
Why does it not bother you,
These rules you compulsorily abide by?
Years I have waited
To hear that single battle cry.
Not once have you people stopped and questioned your precious 'freedom' lie.
Free to follow status quo,
The normal,
The superior,
Free to follow rules you exist by!
And so,
I must ask,
Why?
Why? Why? Why?
And with that, the world froze,
Time stopped,
The system had broken.
With a swift wind she was taken away,
Her smile and all,
Proud to join the few others.

Machines were appointed to fix the system,
Robotic and human,
Then, the world continued.
The man scratched his head,
Fixed his suite and tie,
And continued on,
Mug in one hand,
Suitcase in the other.
It was as if it had never happened, and
No one so much as remembered.