So many questions. Or are they statements? Visions of the Frida/Phil Collins song There's Something Going On have entered my soul. Every day we bathe in the stench of something trying to pull the wool over our face. We're told how to trust, have hope and rejuvenate our faith. Others aren't so in tune with your open wings. It's a dull ache of needing to embrace because if feels like there's something going on.