Surrounded by people Caught in their midst Recieving a crash course On life and the bliss That comes with it-- But also the hurt And the pain to the heart That people sometimes bring.
Can't bow out, not gracefully Yet can't immerse myself fully. Trying to hold myself apart, But I'm already in this game This game that never ends. This road, this tangled weave and web That I only want to be neat.
But somehow we'll get through it And come out having learned About ourselves and others. And at the end of this road, This web will still be tangled But neater than before. And we'll be wiser for the better About this life we've lived.