{ETA: This is insane. Ugh. Who thinks up these things?
My dad has to do an illustration of our new Governor, Matt Blunt, he who won because of the drug connotation of his last name, as some of my friends have mentioned. My dad is a Democrat. Unfortunately, as an artist he can’t show journalistic bias for (or against, in this case) his subject. Sometimes I dread the next four years. This may be the land of the free but it certainly seems like we’re losing freedoms. Sigh. Bad thoughts. Begone! /ETA}
Chantal Kreviazuk, everybody. Since I’ve felt that time is really rushing past me. How is it already the second weekend of January?
Time, where did you go?
Why did you leave me here alone?
Wait, don’t go so fast
I’m missing the moments as they pass

Now I’ve looked in the mirror
And the world’s getting clearer
So wait for me, this time
I’m down I’m down on my knees
I’m begging for all your sympathy
But you (I’m just an illusion)
You don’t seem to care (I wish that I could)
You humble people everywhere (I don’t mean to hurt you)
Now I’ve looked in the mirror
And the world’s getting clearer
I’ll take what you give me
Please know that I’m learning
So wait for me this time
I should’ve know better
I shouldn’t have wasted those days
And afternoons and mornings
I threw them all away
Now this is my time
I’m going to make this moment mine.
(I shouldn’t have wasted those days)
I’ll take what you give me
please know that I’m learning
I’ve looked in the mirror
My world’s getting clearer
So wait for me this time
…this time.