Invitation to the Dance

I'd like to join the group,
Listen to men of learning,
Participate in their search for something more.

I've been invited to join.
It’s the price of admission that stops me.
No, no money involved,
Just acceptance of their beliefs
Requires my loss of my fantasy.

I doubt that my myth is superior to theirs.
They certainly have more adherents,
And a more salable product.

A complete resume would show
I've done much negotiating
More then once I've placed my principles,
On the anvil of compromise,
Only to see accommodation turn to beheading.

Still, these guys are worth hearing.
My guess?
It has less to do with caste-iron positions
And more to do with lethargy