[14] - monday's child.

「 jack-of-all-trades. 」

discord, ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴍʙꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ, 00.09

draw a card, any card,

see if destiny cuts you any slack!

would you be a saucy witch or a carefree bard?

oh wait, oh no, oh dear, it is but a jack --

he of all trades, yet master of none;

but isn't flexibility just quite fun?

pulling levers, rotating screws,

synthesize a thousand faces!

breaking boundaries and bending rules,

watch me withstand being put through my paces.

am i cretinous, or simply ignorant?

oh, what a talentless sycophant!

who am i supposed to be?

do i deserve to be?

standing amidst empty costumes;

and the false lustre my audience sees.

pride, oh pride; foolish, egoistic pride,

smirking at humility with snide.

i refuse to be so uninterestingly normal;

admitting mediocrity is a thorn in my side.

taking the road less travelled by,

all the while feeling my life is a lie.

upholding the reputation of an outcast exile,

trying in vain and shaking with cries.

can't the butterfly return to her cocoon?

she left the warm bliss of innocence too soon.

'you go to them, they don't go to you,'

echoes in my mind with a resonating tune.

my whole being is a labyrinth unending,

the curve has sphered into a thousand rings.

i aim for galaxies unheard of,

yet its novas jest and mockingly sing:

'wish on a star, any of us stars,

'see if you truly are worth so much more!'