There’s nothing wrong with not knowing, at most it’s job that goes to someone else, in the ocean there’s everything, so if you’re not content, just settle for something else, if anything it’s a blessing, a fruit passing, and you shake your head, save a beauty, drive her to school, sorry, you don’t have your license, when has responsibility ever been appealing, so many aching fruit, not for me, so many fish, there’s other guys as well, take a kitty home, bathe it, get it wet, caress it, make sure its fed, not for me, I''m a nerdy dude, I’ll be satisfied with hentai, a pet lizard, while I dream of squids, in short, there are so many dreams in the world, so much flowing past you, such delightful treats passing you by, to be greedy, is to be a struggling fish, you bite the hook, and begin to squirm, you need water, but you’re dying to breathe air, just let it pass, all you need is to sit down and study, get on your knees and pray, that you pass your class, the weight of a successful man and a beggar, the difference is at most separated by kilograms, don’t get caught in the hype, so many candy-men, selling sugar and spice, you don’t need all that, we’re squirming worms, and stones scattered across the road, just roll on homie, and stay in your lane, if you dare to dream, it won’t be long, before you owe the devil your soul…The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.