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One can't hope to master every art

Genius or imbecile, tell apart

In all things to take the prize

Scientist, philosopher, compromise

This, the core to being, they can't see

Forced to plead guilty to infamy

Living out their most mundane lives

Or sold out, what is the price of pride?

When you hear so many people

Telling you how great you are

When they apologize for their own failings

Don't really want to know

It's no concern to me

As long as I can find

Who am I?

Few are faced with such challenges

This sole chance to excel or fail

But when I'm old and grey, looking back

There must be no regrets to my path