I will follow you into the dark.

The picture is far too big to look at kid. Your eyes won't open wide enough
and you're constantly surrounded by that swirling stream of what is
and what was. Well, we've all made our predictions but the truth still
isn't out. But if you wanna see the future, go stare into a cloud. And
keep trying to find your way out of that maze of memories. It all sort
of looks familiar, until you get up close and it's different. clearly.
But each time you turn a corner, you're right back where you were
and your only hope is that forgetting might make a door appear.
Well is it your fear of being buried that makes you so afraid to speak?
An avalanche of opinions like the one that fell that I am now
underneath. It was my voice that moved the first rock and I would do
it all again. So, I mean, it's cool if you keep quiet, but I like singing.
So I'll be holding my note and stomping and strumming and feeling
so very lucky.There is nothing I know except this lifetime's one moment
and wishing will just leave me empty.