• Something about this day,
    Makes my nerves sing with strain.
    People are everywhere now
    All touching as they pass by.
    Makes me wonder aloud
    What is it with this day?
    That strings my heart out so.
    It couldn't be the coffee,
    That sweet nectar in the air.
    Maybe it's the fear,
    That's just under there.
    Under all their skins,
    That sharp smell lingers.
    The smell of bitter uncertainty
    What is it with this day?