Ahead of your time, You sought refuge.
Becoming a recluse, To secure your sanity.
Never has this been a path of your choosing.
But the price of redemption born of necessity.
Your mind wanders constantly.
Your messages counted as insanity.
Yet you know you speak the truth.
Truth that is yet to be truth but is true.
And as your complex comprehension of philosophy and phenomena.
Seems to threaten those that surround you.
You take that step back.
Withdraw what was once freely given.
They claim you have finally seen reason.
Finally, your head is back from the clouds.
Little do they know.
That that has always been home.
Amongst the clouds, In the stars.
With the heavenly bodies and like minded.
To them, You are finally well.
To you, They are living in the past.