Parsing through whatever you put out 'cause I said that I would
Nothing here is workable at scale, cost, or schedule
Aim lower, look lower, keep your head down
And in twenty short years you get a watch and a check
Good for you for finding a point of view
And idealistic goals without a sense of follow through
I wish I lived in a world that worked the way you think it does
I’m not a cynic but a realist that’s already fallen
Because I’ve seen more than you
Been around long enough to know when it’s over
Before it began
Underneath your best of intentions
Lies a green little boy who’s in over
His head
Shoot for the stars but a shooting star
is just a bit of dust burning up on reentry
I’m not trying to discourage you, or maybe I am
Speaking as someone who once held his own ideals
The world is neither good nor bad but indifferent
People more concerned with theirs than yours and I think that’s alright