Mediocre

Often times I can't remember What I mastered long ago Relentless as a timber Wiped out by wind's blow I try so hard to recollect My most favorite, finest skill To fulfill what they expect My brain, a hollow wheel Diverting attention becomes my mission Ignoring my trembling hands Relax and breathe, though full of tension Answering the task's demands Excuses, excuses, I carry a list Insurance for any storm Tightly clinched, angry fists The room becoming warm Never heard "reach for the stars" Only, "stick to what you know" Always ranking just below par I learn a little slow