Song of an Introvert

Sitting in my bedroom apart, alone,
A book of the fantasies placed in my hand,
I'm glad to be with thoughts and dreams my own
That wander to a far-off, distant land.
Listening to the broad silence ring,
Feeling it warmly enveloping me,
Giving my mind its single chance to sing,
Letting it breathe and just learn how to be.
Some would wonder and some would stop and pause,
Some would not worry or even give care,
Some would even think to demand for cause,
But attempt themselves they would never dare
So wrapped up in meaningless chaos
To ever take the chance of the Across.