I could probably make friends with the people in the pool
But in order to do so, I'd have to act the fool.
The deeper people delve into my personality,
The more they seem to have the sudden urge to flee.
It's not that there is nothing for them to like;
It's simply that I make their blood pressures spike.
I accept nothing and nobody on the value of its face,
And surface small talk is what fuels the human race.
So, for now, I'm safest observing people from afar;
That way, my mistakes won't leave any scars.
It is clearly time for me to find a job
And someone other than myself with whom to hob-nob.
Richard has rejoined his old friends;
I think I am finished making my amends.
As soon as I'm healed from my surgery,
I'll start the adventure in the renewed me.