Fortunate Or No

There is a time for staying put, And a time for moving on, But do many of us know which is which. I just know, When I feel the seat is too comfortable, I should move on from a group, But then again, I like to feel comfortable. When I see others succumb, And start to act dumb, Swallowed whole by the group, Their interest now invested in only the group, With all outside the group classed as them, And all inside the group the only us, Then I think I am right, And fortunate to believe there is room for you and me. But just occasionally I see someone who stuck with the group, And everyone reveres them, Be it only until the seat starts to grow cold, Along with their attitude to those not in the group, Which sets me to ponder, am I fortunate or no. With friends in more than one group, And the freedom to converse with many others in comfort, Living with you and me, Instead of them and us seems the more comfortable life, And maybe the less dangerous one. But I also believe in good and evil, Therein lies the rub, So, it is fortunate for me, that I don't go too often to the pub.