Chapter 1

the tomorrow books are waiting
it's winter now and there's
time to be spent productively
indoors and upright

thank heaven for seasons
thank whom and whatever
for your ninth life
at least you think it must be up there
by now

too many chances
wasted in unconsciousness
if you remembered the riots
would you have bothered to fight

you see your breath in the early morning
you'll see it again tonight
the good thing about winter
is there's proof that you're still alive