I don’t know what to do with my life
But the adults tell me
“Pick something! Anything!”
But I can’t and I won’t, I love everything!
I must have many spinning plates
Or I’m not happy
I must drop them all when I tire
I must admire their beauty
And scoop up the fragments
Now what? “Pick something else!” said my counsel
And I do
I spin and I spin until I’m through
I’m an artist
No, no, no I’m a writer
How about a historian?
Don’t forget science!
This is too much !
And so I forget about it
Jack of all trades, master of none ?
No! No! , I’m becoming a
A modern Michelangelo