The Search for the Daytime Moon

I feel like I am chasing the light of the moon in the middle of the day.  I stay calm, but there is a light feeling of busied peril in my heart.  I miss so many who never really reached a reality in my life.  It is best to just think that they did so that I can find some muses in society.  Yesterday the links in the chain became strong and tight.  I shared and left the rest on the side of the road.  I am quiet as I sit in downtown writing what is playing in my mind and heart.  I search for the wisdom of today and the policy shifts of tomorrow.  My hunger has been fed, but my thirst is still present.   One, two, three seems to be the natural numbers that follow in an organized system.  Now I am feeling chilled and a bit scared for no reason.  A soul comes through and I barely recognize his presence.  I am tired.  I will answer that call for peace and terminate this entry now.