Lying Gently

I see more clearly now 
The melancholy that surrounds me 
A gulf that I've pitted 
With invested war that I've waged 
Upon that which I've trod lightly 
Pitched myself aginst and failed 

No match has my worth proved 
The unshifting has no subtle decline 
When I stood amongst the pattern 
The mighty has proved too sublime 
And left to fallow hard out of reach 
Makes a stock joke out of my passing time 

So backward the beat of the drum demises me 
Facing the slope of reasonable inclined marching feet 
Taking the sweep of the charge that drags men asunder 
And turning the coat of a colourful brief 
From gentle laying rest aside a too worn path 
Crying an oath with a breath of my last