I Have Been

I have been a poet
of a poem called life,
yet in the end of every verse,
words refuse to rhyme.

I have been an author
of a book called life,
yet after each finished page
comes another empty one.

I have been a painter
of a portrait called life;
yet every line, curve, and color
lead to a recondite abstraction.

I have been a sculptor
of a figure called life,
yet the more I carve its shape,
the more it becomes formless.

I have been living
a life called mine,
yet as I try to practice all crafts,
I end up a master of none.