At a place, any place, surrounded by people who seem well-versed with each other, while I am left unengaged and uninformed.
Ventured into a locale which to me feels like an underworld
Superfluous and unfamiliar in these surroundings
The host people are in ritual, averting my presence
Such a funereal tone has been established
What have i missed that separates me socially from the others?
This must be the secret handshake society
Where initial persuasions from a decided outsider are a liability
Left puzzled by my placement at the outer crust
Yet not terribly disconsolate
By all means, continue your private conversations
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