Flopping On the Deck

Walking in through the door, of any defined place
Everyone turns their heads, must check out the face
Smiles all around, always friendly to a meal
Not knowing if where, you’re standing is real
Just a random traveler, sort of passing through
Or a foreign regular, need a home from the blues
Have a seat, have a beer, the first one’s on the house
We want to ask some questions, find out what you’re about
Where are you from, what is it for money that you do
Have any friends, what reason is calling after you
We’ll figure it out, fit in our own pieces
Cut and trim as needed, been our way for ages
Welcome to stick around, but we’ll have to dig in deeper
Become part of the tribe, with its' own pecking order
As you’re so new, you’re the lowest of the low
What price you’ll pay, will never be known
Because no matter what you do, you’ll never be like us
You’re too young, smart or dumb, or just too much trust
Sure have been around a bit, but that just brings envy
Reasons to stay away from it, look out for a slashing
Not booted out, but taught to learn ones position
From teachers able to learn nothing, from any transition
That is something I learned, whenever exposing ones neck
From so long ago, flopping over on the deck
Kick me, throw me, hit me, stone me
Taking it isn’t easy but I understand your reason
Spikes in the wheel of never ending turning
Rocks to dust under the weight of learning
From too many demands never knowing why
The rules of creation were given two sides
Takers and givers masked to repair
But what does it matter if nobody cares
Do whatever it is you do, but understand I’m not through
If you want to help, lend a hand, and let’s start anew
But I already know your answer, not sure why I even try
Feeling is hurting, fighting to fly