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Easy come easy go that's the curse I know
Skills like whispers on the breeze fleeting and fast
A symphony of talents effortlessly bestowed
But mastery's embrace forever out of grasp
Good at everything but master of none
A gilded cage of potential my own paradox spun
The weight of unrealized dreams a heavy burden
A constant reminder of battles never won
The world shrinks when you're good at everything
No need for others no need to reach out to blend
A lonely island of self-sufficiency where echoes ring
In the hollow chambers of a self-imposed drought
This gilded cage a prison of my own making
Trapped by the ease with which I learn and grow
But in the quiet moments my soul is aching
For the depths that come with dedicated flow
Good at everything but master of none
A gilded cage of potential my own paradox spun
The weight of unrealized dreams a heavy burden
A constant reminder of battles never won
To be truly good at something
Is to embrace the struggle the grind
To acknowledge the limits the bind
And to reach out to connect to find
Solace in shared humanity intertwined