Fever

Fever, 2007 I feel you coming, a warm sensation, spreading over me. Good or bad? It's pretty sad, I'm not sureBut the affect is numbing. I can't see the future, I don't read minds. Could you explain it? I can't obtain it. Your point I still can't find. Just like a fever, hot, cold, neither. And I can't sweat you out. You're just like a fever, hot, cold, neither. I'm just trying to ride you out. I find myself wondering today, which way will your compass be pointing? In the mood for offending, infecting, or ignoring? Maybe today could be my day, quiet and boring. But then I feel you coming, and I'm fearing a burst of the worstit's numbing. I think you're gonna blow, and now I'm gonna go. A.E.