The Dreamer

Transcending to a different level
He was on another plane,
Did they know who he was?
He did not talk much, 
When he did it was, 
Mystics and metaphysical,
Abstract and worthless- to the realist,
Elixir to the dreamers, 
Misunderstood by some, 
Considered insane by some
On the outside
Free in a way no one else was, 
He is one among us, 
Sometimes one with us 
— dead or alive?

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