For every angle and archway,
I fashioned this grand design.
If life is like a spiral staircase;
I’ve excelled at wasting time.
My corridors lead to nowhere.
Columns erected in ego pride.
I designed dead-end hallways.
The failure came from inside.
Looking back at this bitter ruin
I’d seek others to assign blame.
To deny facts may be natural,
but I know the architect’s name.