The near-models you might pass on the street
who look away disinterestedly as you stare,
who walk with clicking heels,
who sway in their step, adding their own beat to the city's song?
They live in another world
as celebrities of their own.
You're just an insect to them,
so don't fall into the old trap
of following blindly.
You're last in the mile-long line of admirers.