I Shall Forever Remain an Amateur

Lately, white moon in the blue sky

You taunt me with your half-hearted smile

At once familiar

The melancholy pain

Of being again

And lately the rice grown at our feet

Has lost its solvency

We canter from field to wooden home

Avoiding splinters

We waiter here too long, too long, too long

Weightless we shall wonder on

So many have tried, so few have won

But the past is so seductive and

I shall forever remain an amateur

Lately the days have lost their names

The seasons ebb and change

The fireside backs have been washed clean

Revealing nothing but sunken shouldered dreams

Of being again

Graceless we shall wonder on

So many have tried, so few have won

But the past is so seductive and

I shall forever remain an amateur

And although I will try

I would rather be taking the reins than the wheel