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.