I am a dreamer, a schemer, a hopeless romantic
Deep within lies a slow burning fire
There are no limits to what I hope to achieve,
Skills and talent that I hope to acquire
I aspire to greatness in sports
To writing that truly transcends
To bring people joy with my music
To be a Nomad with a world full of friends
There is no such thing as too busy
For endless hard work is the key
Mastery takes time, and I am determined
To be the very best I can be.
I am plagued by an insidious fear
Of falling short in all I hold dear.
I’m a chilli pepper with no bite. I am a boxer with no fight.
I am as tepid as the forgotten cup of tea.
I am a distant star never to light up the night;
Mediocre is all I am doomed to be.
Perhaps my hubris will cause my defeat,
Am I flying too close to the sun?
Am I stretched too thin? Over-ambitious and naive,
Have I lost before I’ve begun?
A painful appraisal, perhaps, but the truth
That when all is said and done
For all my talent, ambition and drive; I remain
A Jack of all Trades,
but master of none.