I have one question
As to what is my ambition
I have a halfbaked passion
And I'm seeking it out through desperation
Now it keeps on growing more as to
What is my desire?
What do I aim for in this life?
What am I supposed to focus on?
What are my real intentions?
Jack of all trades, master of none
A title my father gave me
Yet it never changed over the years
As to what I haven't known
On how to be an original me
Best if I find it in the blind path
Because I can't go back
As we can't erase itself
Our past clings on to our present
So we can't live without meaning
Since you'll get lost and scared from how you are useless
Excuses, excuses, you'll be horrible with those excuses
But with this one life, I live
My mind goes clear
This is just only a part of my story, so is the saying:
Jack of all trades, master of none. Though often times better than master of one.
