You'll be a lover, a dancer, a dreamer
A plotter, a schemer, a Sunday believer
And you'll be an athlete, a winner, a loser
A taker, a chooser, a substance abuser
And you'll be a giver, a bastard, a user
A margin, a footnote, redacted and unwrote
You'll live a long life, a big house, a good wife
A father, provider, the final decider
And you'll burn out too fast, homeless, alone
Expendable, endable, breaking up homes
And you'll be a Buddhist, a Christian, a Jew
A preacher, a poet, a seeker of truth
And you'll be a godhead, and you'll be a man
A charlatan, Pharisee, leading the damned
And you'll be the problem, and you'll be the cause
And you'll be the answer, and you'll take the fall
And you'll be a hero, and you'll save the day
You'll be the anchor if others should stray
And you'll be our flesh, and you'll be our blood
A light in the darkness, a lesson unlearned
And you'll be a mirror
Held up to the world
That it might see
The greatest parts of itself
Sun lights the ages
Everything changes
And you think
You'll stay the same