The Mood

We were born into simple families
Crawling as desperate as to walking
Seeing the many colours, figuring the world out
Are we in the mood to figure our minuscule selves?

Your thoughts grow appealing, speech eloquent
Your skin expands as your eyes grow wider
See the fashions that flash before your expanse
Are we in the mood to try something new?

Pick up the dress, the sweater, the look
The cloth that hides your weakness and your ancient shame
From the sickness you shivered and how you forget the Name
Are we in the mood for a little bit of compromise?