Jack of All Trades, But Master of None
Expectations
From who? Dad? Mom? or Teachers?
True, I should meet them but do they matter in the end?
My mom askes me: "How did you do on the math test?" "A B," I reply
My dad askes me: "How did you do in PE?" "A B," I reply
My teacher hands me back my biology test and gives me a weak smile
I look at the paper, a B
Yes, I am a jack of all trade, master of none
My B's tells the story
My head is filled with information that I hardly use
I store them for a while and a few days later they are out
If I was a bird flying in the sky
I would be the one that does not fly too high or too low
My average wings will only stay in the middle
But what of it?
I am in the safest position
Those who fly too high will be beaten by the sun
Those who fly too low will be hunted by shooters
For I am the in the safest position, the middle
For I am the jack of all trade but master of none
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