Trying to Work On a Off Day

The trees glow in the night in the moonlight. Stars become the destiny for many and the waters of The Mighty Mississippi rise. Fresh water now has the same affect as the oceans in terms of the gravity with the moon. I run to safety in a dream and a crashing book falls after I startle awake. I look around and find little that would make either poetry or prose. There is one in my heart, but it must go unspoken. A long journey may be drawing to a close. I must watch and learn, and he must do the same. Maybe reading another's thoughts is a mercy in this situation. I look around and I see a lunatic going crazed about my simple existence. Heil is a word in German, freak boy. At the end of the day, I am here to say that I feel my star is rising in The Middle East, but we will have to just see. They must be strong and galvanized and get to ME, actually. I will be polite, but I ask all types of RECRUITERS to stay away. I have my circle already. The cameras are out and around, especially at The IDS. I ask for privacy and for no pictures to be taken of me. Now the scene comes to a close.