A Nod to Pupils of Ember

[Void]

The picture's far too big to look at, kid. Your eyes won't open wide enough.
And you're constantly surrounded by the 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 want to see the future go and 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, then 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.
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'm now underneath.
It was my voice that moved the first rock, and I would do it all again.
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.
And there is nothing I know except a lifetime's one moment. And wishing will just leave you empty.
So you can try to live in darkness, but you will never shake the light.
No, it will greet you every morning. Make you more aware with its absence at night.
When you're wrapped up in your blankets, baby, that comfortable cocoon.
But I've seen the day of your awakening, boy, and it's coming soon.
So go ahead and lose yourself in liquor, and you can praise the clouded mind.
But it isn't what you're thinking, no. It's the course of history, your position in line.
You're just a piece of the puzzle, so I think you'd better find your place.
And don't go blaming your knowledge on some fruit you ate.
Because there's been a great deal of discussion, yes, about the properties of man.
I mean, animal or angel, you were carved from bone but your heart is just sand.
And the wind is going to scatter it, and cover everything with love
So if it makes you happy, momma, then keep kneeling, but I'm standing up.