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
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