This is not a Poem...

I eroded to the conclusion  
Aeons and moments ago
That I am not now
Nor shall I ever be
For the faint of heart
Nor weak of spirit...

Needless to say
And for good reason
I can oftentimes
Be found reading
Your World as my book
Seemingly alone...

This is my pennance
A price I pay willing
For the preservation
Of your so called sanity
As what may have been mine
So long ago absconded...

Leaving me whole and free
To travel strange mindscapes
To see as you cannot
To feel what you refuse
To battle the unfathomed
Approval unrequested...