I Know Nothing

What was the calling?
When did it pass by?
I scrape, scratch and scramble,
At dreams that were never mine.

Talent is for the gifted,
The blissfully arrogant few.
The other all have comfort,
They don't care what they do.

But I am in the middle,
I have neither gift nor grace.
People rise all around me,
They leave me with no space.

Despite all I have learnt,
I seem to have no options.
Relentless introspection,
Tells me I Know Nothing.