Jack of all trades, Master of none.
That’s how I feel today.
Try as I might, I don’t do anything right,
And I feel like flying away.
Now it doesn’t help that they think me a fool,
And an uncouth child at that.
strange strength sneaks its way to my throat
Slithers onto my tongue.
Screaming, they stop and stare in fright
Before starting to strip me of strength.
Then I am weary, worn and done
But I’ll never forget this day
Power surged and I can’t deny
That i’d like to feel it again.
Goodbye strange power you will be missed,
I hope we meet again.
Next time stay a little bit longer.
I think that we’ll be friends.
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