Slipping Through My Fingers

There’s this song,

Slipping Through My Fingers.

By ABBA. From Mamma Mia!

That's how I see it.

Our rights.

“I try to capture every minute.”

Before everything is scrapped. 
And this country is a 

Poisoned land

For those other than the ones who took control.

“Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile.”

God, I wish I didn’t have to get so dark.

But that’s our rights.

“And I have to sit down for a while.”

There’s that moment every time some crap happens that we all just

Sit.

And try to absorb what just happened.

“And a sense of guilt I can’t deny.”

That feeling.

Wishing there were something you could do.

Wishing you had the power to just fix it.

Knowing exactly how the world could look.

But knowing that it’s impossible nonetheless.

“Slipping through my fingers

All the time.”