Covered

Felt like I was walking through a night club full of people ...but they were all covered in a black oily tar.  They kept reaching and touching me as I passed them.  I couldn't hear the music but they danced and swayed and reached for me.  As I walked, they let me pass but they touched my shoulders and arms wanting me to stay but not really stopping me. Still couldn't hear the music but it was a huge dance floor, dark, filled with these tar covered bodies dancing almost trance like.  I felt some confusion as to why I was there but then I realized, I knew them.  Familiar faces, people I've met or known, people I wanted to help.  Them touching me was symbolizing something I couldn't really tell, but knowing that they weren't stopping me did tell me that it was ok that I couldn't save them. I think this walk on this dance floor is the stage of my life and not seeing the end of the dance floor tells me that my journey to meeting more people will never end and I guess I will not be able to save them all but they will leave a piece of them on me and I will know it's ok that I can't save them all.