What I'm Meant To Be

I am an engineer,

But everything isn't clear,

On what I want to be.

I'm a biologist,

But I still get kinda pissed,

When people say to me,

I'm a philosopher,

Or I'm an astronomer,

That I'm wasting my time.

Just tell me what I'm meant for,

What life I'm supposed to lead.

What type of cloth was I cut from?

What type of tree is my seed?

My dad said "Ph.D.",

A lot of good that did me,

When I majored in art.

Maybe just one degree,

Is all that's in store for me,

But if I've got the heart,

To do philosophy,

Or maybe astronomy,

Am I still wasting time?

Just tell me what I'm meant for,

What life I'm supposed to lead.

What type of cloth was I cut from?

What type of tree is my seed?

At the end of four years,

I'll have chosen my path.

Be it English, or History,

Science, or Math.

Maybe I'll get what I wanted,

I'm sure that I'll get what I need,

There's only one thing that I know though,

I'll have figured out my type of seed.