I like to start new hobbies.
I do it quite a bit:
Although, I’m never quite alone
When I am doing it —
For both Hope and Delusion
Come with me, every time:
In things like painting, where I am
Not helped that much by rhyme —
For I hope that I will have fun,
Delude myself I’m good —
Although I’m just a dilettante,
Which long I’ve understood.
I like to start new hobbies,
I’m sure I will, again:
I’ll keep pretending I fit in
With better sorts of men.
Or maybe – maybe, possibly –
I just want to explore,
For learning is a joy that strikes
Down deep within our core —
Sometimes our fears of how we look –
These must be put to rout:
For maybe “being good at stuff”
‘S not what it’s all
About
Beautifully written.
Maybe – maybe, possibly you may be right!
This is really nice!!!!!