Half a woman, half a seahorse

I'm taking frightened steps in this weird looking land
Where all the people act just like some kind of insects
And I know I should let them wake me from my dream
But I fear they might chew me with their thoughts that look like jaws
They buzz like busy bees and scamper like ants
But still they're so stunning that they make me fall down on my knees
Thrilling is the way they act, but is it killing too?
I'm too afraid to try and pull myself into their ranks
They might tickle my heart
And then hurt me
Make my world even more hazy...
I was born from the fog sailing on the sea
Should I now learn to dance around like a little bee?