When you're looking for an answer,
I'm the one you come to see.
I'll put the shattered back together.
The repairman here is me.
Bring your engines, heaters, phones.
Inquire here if there is pain.
Hand me your unsolved equations.
All will soon be right as rain.
I restore what has been ruined.
Fixing things is who I am,
so how shocking it must be
to find my intellect a sham.
Because I can't know all the answers;
there are times I have to guess.
Life is not so black and white;
it's not a simple game of chess.
They say the more you know,
the more you realize what you don't.
I wish they knew the truth,
but I can't burden them. I won't.
Because it's me they trust for answers,
me they look to when they're scared.
Why inform them of the horror
that I'm grossly unprepared?
So, I guess I'll keep pretending,
somehow fix the world while blind.
Ninja Turtles, there are four.
But I'm the only "Mastermind."