In a city full of life,
Teeming with possibilities,
As hordes march by the windows,
Filled with displays of finest beauty,
They all look,
Stop and stare,
At first I thought they were greedy,
Wanting to consume,
Till I realised it was vanity,
And all they saw was themselves,
Nothing more,
Obsession spread across fake faces,
And with a brush of preened hair,
They pass on by,
Waiting for that next display case.