Waste

The young architect Cannot connect All the dots in his head Please exit stage left Wishes he could escape From the need to create Because he is enslaved To a hysterical brain Skyscrapers made from lines Could be concrete designs But when he thinks of the height The panic reignites Faces reality It could never be me But it's himself he deceives To cure a fatal disease Blueprints stained green with envy He can't tell where he's headed If he says he's not ready Would he live to regret it? Salvation grants us entry To the gold gates of heaven But if the pens are all empty They're no mightier weapons He was chasing the sky Before he caught up to time He thought he'd manage the climb Before he noticed the height Under your own anaesthetic Arrogance cloaked in ethics Artist or academic? Time to atone or forget it Now the young architect Connect connect To his current project God, I wish I was perfect I have dreams that I chase But no skill to spark faith What's the loss at this rate If I let it all go to waste? Jack of all trades Master of none Oh, what a waste I have become Walking disgrace Time's almost up Yet I'll still wait 'Til I'm good enough 'Til I'm good enough