Можно работать на нескольких работах одновременно и всё равно быть лентяем

I can tell that you've never been true to me. I smell that you're acting so fearfully. I can hear what you're hoping I want to hear. I can feel the alarm bells are ringing in me. I can touch but I know you don't feel a thing. I can pray but I know you'll commit a sin. I can sense now it's all become clear to see. You're no good and you mean no good, treacherously.

Like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever spinning reel Like a snowball down a mountain Or a carnival balloon Like a carousel that is turning Running rings around the moon Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes of it's face And the world is like an apple Whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind Like a tunnel that you follow To a tunnel of it's own Down a hollow to a cavern Where the sun has never shone, Like a door that keeps revolving In a half forgotten dream, Or the ripples from a pebble Someone tosses in a stream Is the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand? Pictures hanging in a hallway And the fragment of this song Half remembered names and faces But to whom do they belong?

Образование мне не поможет. Каждый раз, когда я что-то запоминаю, это что-то занимает место, выпихнув из мозгов что-нибудь ещё. Как в тот раз, когда я пошёл на курсы виноделия и разучился водить машину.