Do you people-watch, or do you watch people?【POETRY】

Do you people-watch, or do you watch people?

When I observe the human race,
And I think about where my eyes are passing,
Passing people being more than just their matter,
Their motives too, ones which I will never learn
As I sit here, maybe on a bench old and rickety
With a programmed colony of ants marching over
My fingers which drum softly to the music
The bustling busker-boys play down the way,
Becoming an intricate spider-web in that
They show no signs of consistency,
Yet all having some little effect on each other
Which you could see just by how they cross each other's paths
By seeing who steps to the left and which foot steps right
Or if they stumble, their heels scraping the ground
To make that scratching sound you know has a pitch but is too atonal for you to tell
    (maybe the busker-boys would be able to tell you,
    but their saxophones are being packed
    and they're on the phone anyway)
As they nearly crash into each other
Like the start of a teenage romance movie
Where the two strangers fall into each other's lips
Which just makes that whole web more tangled
Despite the fact that the people who just fell
Actually weren’t teenagers but seniors
Now probably wondering about their medical bills
While I notice that web hasn’t changed from the previous scenario,
I forget what I set out to do.
Oh, right!
I suppose that is the point.

When you observe the human race though,
They call the cops and set you right there in that dusty cell.