The apprentice
An artist of many crafts
Yet, a master of none
Projects stay as drafts
Left to wither undone
Oh but can she decide
Which shall be
The one she takes pride
But how can she
When all seems so abundant
Choosing one means wasting others
It may become redundant
Then all loses it’s colors
She might never establish a winner
Alas she will remain a beginner
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