We forward in this generation
Despite decay decline
The Age of Exoplanets
Vanilla with the 9

My son plays Magic the Gathering
I spend much time alone
I experience coincidence
I threw a Rolling Stone

At the edge of my sanity
Can feel Death bearing down
Everybody knows
I am the newsboy of this town

Never could forget her
Time is the Cross
Come as you are
Flowers in the Loss

              Roses!