Your head is cloudy now and this weather system is called regret,
And it's gonna rain down soon, you haven't even taken cover yet,
if you're gonna stay out then do it,
but don't complain about the storm around you,
'cause it's you who brewed it, and you can't undo what you did,
but you can move through it.
You can see those arms for the chameleons that they are and get used to it,
quit blaming them for holding you,
maybe they only do that cause you told them to,
and they'd be happy to let go of you and wave you on.
You could lay blame to save face but that's only an excuse,
and while you name names and lay waste you stay here and time moves.

- Tanya Davis, Don Brownrigg - Time Moves

It's strange walking through a community full of artists and musicians listening to a CD by one of the neighbors, featuring a poem by another one of them, and mouthing along, knowing full well that it's likely that you will walk past someone who knows (of) them. I seem so attached to this song right now, I have been for a while now. I think I'm waiting impatiently for Tanya's new CD.