The Architect

Even something as small as an apple

It's simple and somehow complex

Sweet and divine

The perfect design

Can I speak to the architect?

And there's a canyon that cuts through the desert

Did it get there because of a flood?

Was it devised or were you surprised

When you saw how grand it was?

Was it thought out at all

Or just paint on a wall

Is there anything that you regret?

I don't understand

Are there blueprints or plans

Can I speak to the architect?

Sometimes, I look in the mirror

And wish I could make a request

Could I pray it away

Am I shapable clay

Or is this as good as it gets?

One day, you're on top of the mountain

So high that you'll never come down

Then the wind at your back

Carries ember and ash

That burns your whole house to the ground

Is it thought out at all

Or just paint on a wall

Is there anything that you regret?

I don't understand

Are there blueprints or plans

Can I speak to the architect?

I thought that I was too broken

And maybe too hard to love

I was in a weird place

Then I saw the right face

And the stars and the planets lined up

Does it happen by chance

Is it all happenstance

Do we have any say in this mess?

Is it too late

To make some more space

Can I speak to the architect?

This life that we make, is it random or fate

Can I speak to the architect?

Is there an architect?