The pictures 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 all made our predictions but the truth still isn't out. But if you want to see the future, go stare into a cloud.
And keep trying to find your way out of that maze of memories. It all sorta 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'm now underneath.