Perfect Sense

You worked your way from president
to busboy in one year
and you realize that courage
is the root of all your fear

Now for balance keep on shaking
to learn more, drop out of school
for the teachings of the wise one
are the ravings of a fool

So tomorrow holds the answer
though today has been your last
and the fact you've got no future
solves the riddle of your past

You are overcome with rapture
for the knowledge makes you weep
and you wake up to discover
you have got nowhere to sleep.