I sometimes wonder and then I ponder, upon my brow I sometimes come to and think again. For I spend so much time in my thoughts and my wonders to pray and sleep till morning light. So now I sit to finish my thoughts and thus send them to you and then let them be yours. Then again I try and think for what have I done to let someone think the thoughts that are mine? Thus confuse and bewildered and then slightly amused. I send you this and so I now laugh ever so slightly just a chuckle or even less than a giggle. For you now have a piece of my mind and are now going like what? So thus the books are now flying and ever surprising at my head from many distances that can be. I am no Poe nor to I plan to be and my thoughts are merely close but not even near. Just a thought of the books that are knocking on my head. Then comes my slumber for tomorrow I work, to labor a day for very little pay. For the ideas of it already is spent for I work anyway. Yet I dream it to be lost and sometimes forgotten then I dream that I am awake again.