The Truth, Too

3 months to the day.  I didn't plan this.  I guess things have a  way of turning out poetic sometimes.

Three months have never felt more like forever.  I'm reminded of a song that goes -

"It's comin' round again,
The slowly creeping hand,
Of time and its command.
Soon enough it comes.
And settles in its place,
Its shadow in my face,
Puts pressure in my day:

This life, well it's slippin' right through my hands...
These days turned out nothing like I had planned...

Control, well it's slippin' right through my hands...
These days turned out nothing like I had planned..."

Preach.