roses are sharp and they smell oh so pretty
in the spring you think you've got all the time in the world
only getting more imperfect with age
time is speeding up more and more now the end is near

winter she lifts her skirt in the wind
broken pieces of people's lives coalesce together
broken bones heal stronger than they started

a child once asked me, "What's next?  What's next?"
she said, "Everything I see is me,
and you're just another dead leaf on the story tree."
without life there is no death
the only thing that matters
what's next
what's next
reach your hand into the nexus of Lady Chaos