Master of none

We all get distracted.

Jack of all trades

Master on none

Why can’t I focus

On just doing one?

Won’t pay attention
To one single thing,
Forever an apprentice

Never the King.

A fine armchair critic
For cultural works,
Casting my judgement
Just one of the perks.
Craving variety
The spice of existence,
Ignoring the old

In blissful ignorance.

Travelling and writing
And training new sports,
Wasting my time
A talent of sorts.
Penning new songs
That no one will hear
Too many distractions

That much is clear.