Something On My Insides

There was something in the air today forcing me to sneeze

Like a beggar on a doorstep too particular to please

My reflection in the mirror a wild flower neath the trees

While the ants crawl all around it trying to square dance with the fleas

Something on my insides was begging to get out

Some call it strange frustration some call it senseless doubt

January sunshine like an ice cold sultry whore

Something in the air today that said there must be more

There was something in your eyes today hollow and removed

Like a dying cancer patient whose wounds are finally soothed

By the warmth of revelation and theories never proved