Walking, talking, strutting, gawking,

all of us are out there hawking,

looking for the looks we get

wondering if we’ve made a hit.

You are too much that’s plain to see.

In other eyes there reads a plea.

Look straight at the one you’re with

even though your mind’s adrift.

Weaving, swerving, dodging shoppers

look where you’re going show stoppers.

Push that cart filled up with gifts

while your head fills up with myths.