The world is a flurry
And I, its snow-covered tree
Sinking, softly
Biting, bailing
Breaking...
Limb by Limb
Into the earth
A water-floating bittered bark
The feeling of drowning
And then I awake

This is the last. I'm starting over now.

( What is this mess? )

( Why do we wonder? )

( What's going through your head? )

( How cool is this? )

( What more could you ask for? )

( Where I am? )

( Who shot the kid? )

( Tomorrow, tomorrow... what is tomorrow you ask? )

( Why is my life better than yours at this very moment in time? )