Do not judge a meager man
Quiet spoken or reserved
And suppose him to be dim
A discredit has occurred
For spans of silence
Signal the mull of ideas
Concepts of abstract
And of reality's plane
For without thought
Missing ideals intriguing
Life is mere existence
No more than eat or be eaten
It's a troublesome world
A world of prolonged thoughts
The land of mediocrity
Lies near that of nobility
Those who peruse notions
Find the world a different place
Than the one they once knew
Communing with a poet
Everyone has changed then
Shared ways found the same
Sated introspectively anon
For the flowering soul has
Freedom found, in verse