Willpower

I am not the best at what I do. But I am not the worst either. Oh how I hate to admit that I'm a jack of all trades but a master of none. For I do not have the willpower to focus only on one. My mind shifts like bullets amidst a war, or as Lightning and thunders clash among a storm. My eyes, my hands, and my body all individual being that wait for no one to proceed and pursue its thirst for knowlege, their hunger for more. I can't stand by the idea that I will be the best or nothing at all, for I would be nothing if not for it all.