Their once was a man with a paint brush
the was known as the best artist with the world.
that never ends well,
no never ends well
you see the man, yes the painter he painted his life like his work

which never ends well
no never ends well.

he wanted to be an accountant,
then he wanted to be a technician

a astrological
a cosmopologist
a sales man?
biologist?
at one point even a magician.

but no matter how hard he brushed and he padded,
each picture had failed in the end
not smart enough,
not rich enough,
not happy enough,
not good enough,

at some point, the man couldn't preteand

no he couldn't pretend

so he went...