Dreamers clad in loose knit sweaters,

whose thoughts are filled with a million wonders

Strangers think their silence tragic,

but introspection is their grandest magic

World walkers who travel far and wide,

those who explore every meaning implied

Books are portals, pens become swords,

of they who cross dimensions of their own accord

Magicians who thrive through words profound;

life is a language they continually expound

Solitude brings these wallflowers comfort;

It truly is a weakness not, to be an introvert!

- J

(04•01•20)