In silence sits the dreamer here today,
Lost in his unadulterated dreams.
He never settles for the common way,
And knows that life’s not always what it seems.

He dreams of great adventures, fantasies,
And sometimes to the childlike he resigns,
For he dreams about more than what he sees;
Imagination shapes his grand designs.

And yet, his mystic nature draws a blind
To almost all the world, excepting when
He meets someone who shares his state of mind.
They see that he’s not so abnormal, then.

The dreamer seems a looney to the dim;
Bright souls, however, see the truth in him.


Hello to anyone who stumbles upon this. This poem holds special significance to me because, though I do not consider it my best, it was the first poem of mine which I thought was worth publishing, even though I had written a poem years earlier which was published in a book of what was considered excellent elementary-school-level poetry. It is also the poem I have tweaked the most; the form it is in now is the result of multiple drafts to try to get the exact feeling that I want, and it has always been the third stanza which I felt needed adjusting. Hopefully my message comes across as I intended. As always, feedback and constructive criticism are appreciated.
EDIT: There is a typo in the second stanza in the Word file; the third line should be what's in the description, not the file.