Renaissance Man
Pen on old paper
Mind over matter
No amount of old terms and hackneyed cliches
Find the words to express my talented mess
Six arms and five eyes
Can’t keep up with life
So many situations craving my attention
Except the gas’ all out of my engine
Here a French mound
There languages for Deaf
Heaps of linguistic manuals piled on high
I’ve waved sanity and liberty good bye
Refrain:
People call me the Renaissance Man
Look at what you’ve made
All your creations immaculately done
Yet I know I’m a jack of all trades
And ultimately a master of none
Half-finished sketch art
Flutes from music marts
We strive for greatness and gain sweet mediocrity
Why then are we still plagued with jealousy
Can’t leave it behind
Won’t find that free time
Driven to accomplish numerous things in life
Constantly neglect to do ourselves right
Refrain:
People call me the Renaissance Man
Look at what you’ve made
All your creations immaculately done
Yet I know I’m a jack of all trades
And ultimately a master of none
Put down those papers
Shake off them shivers
Step outside the tinted door and breathe
Freedom covers all our basic needs
Skills for all skills’ sake
A thirst I can’t slake
Stop aspiring, take it slow, and cease
This incessant race like the busy bees
Refrain:
People call me the Renaissance Man
Look at what you’ve made
All your creations immaculately done
Yet I know I’m a jack of all trades
And ultimately a master of none
I’m a normal man.
In a quiet land.
