So I see these girls and these guys,
They walk around in circles checking out what things to buy.
But their houses are full and their stomachs are settled.
But the money in their pockets is all but settled.
They walk in their lack of grace,
And I watch because I have to try to understand their place.
Why they do this,
And why they do that.
Why do I need to know?
If only there was an easy answer to that question though.
I connect to mankind like any other girl,
But when I’m faced with this sea I think the world takes a twirl.
And then a drop.
Morals tilt it back into place.
But only for those who have some sort of base.