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.