Peer Pressure

You, you, my foundation, my bulwark, my shelter in the storm

You have cracks I did not see when first we met

Instability is your middle name, and Constant is your nemesis

You are not the oak or sturdy tree, but the grass in the wind

Swaying this way and that, in unison with all your neighbors

You did not catch me when I stumbled and fell

But rather you pushed with the winds, and I swayed

Parallel and finally against the ground, and there you were

Around me you swayed, in unison with all your neighbors

And I looked on, betrayed and fallen down

You were not as sturdy a foundation as I'd believed

Rather you pushed over what I'd built with your currents

The grassy ocean seemed too wide and very strong once

I let persuasion sway me, with you, in unison with all our neighbors

Until I realized it was easy to pull up grass by the roots

And I fled on the wind to kinder fields and bluer skies