I was just wondering what you think of this poem...it's still a work in process. Just looking for some feedbk

Throbbing masses gyrate to a frantic beat

keeping time with the rhythm of the day.

Madly weaving their blind dance,

a partner has no face.

Can anyone see us?

Too loud to think,

Too fast for dreams.

No one left to heed our cries

raging mobs surge by, without a sideways glance.

Can anyone hear us?

Running through the crowd, no safetly line for purchase

my footing begins to slip.

Endless feet itch to pin me to the floor,

Within this invisibility, I freeze.