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
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