The virtues of amateurism

I miss days I was a novice.
When my faults no one would notice.
But deep within me was delight.
Days when one ever skipped a task.
And to my friends I wore no mask.
But these data I’m scared of the light.
I prefer to tread in the dark.
Putting my head down at the park.
Missing those days when nights were bright.

Younglan.