Stand up so you can see:
this is the real eye-level.
What you notice here
is a sea of heads; of hair.
Blondes, brunettes, reds,
they're all the same height.
It's like a storm of New Yorkers
during rushhour.
There's a constant pushing,
but everything contorts and slides
together, harmonized, fitting.
No one's wearing a hat
or status symbol of any kind.
Some more faster than others,
but you haven't tried walking.
You'll realize that you're the fastest,
and this is simply because
everyone else is on their knees.
Okay, you can sit down now.