the end is here again   16 years spent in careful preparation for this next step into the global abyss   i find myself about to be ejected from the womb again   head first into the dream-crushing factory   good-bye snow maybe we'll meet again   when i return from brazil or madagascar   can i really do whatever i want   these plants in my house are dying   they say the west coast is the best coast   but i honestly wouldn't know   it's 2 am and i'm watching the west train crawl by   this is as close as i get   i might stay right here or i make my living betting on jai alai   is there strength in numbers for an art student   like crows in the snow at genesee park   all dressed in black jackets and black shoes (staring down fate)   as if our ideals could keep us alive   she said that we are not the first to feel and she was right   angry and alone and lost but i have so much more i could do here