Roving Soul

I pick you up, I put you down
I know you'll always be around
When I am ready to begin again.

I carry on like it is fine
There's no trouble writing lines
But filler drives me to tears.

Oh I'm such a roving soul
Oh I have such fickle fingers
Oooh my mind it wanders
But it always wants to return.

I pick you up, I dust you off
A little rusty from neglect
Lucky I'm a good beginner

I dip the brush, I spread the paint
I still remember what to do
So obsessed for today with you.

Oh I'm such a roving soul
Oh I have such fickle fingers
Oooh my mind it wanders
But it always wants to return.

I wish that I could love just one
Have a burning passion for
Not a "Jack of All" situation.
I wish I could master anything,
It sure would save me time
And so much frustration.