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I knew one once, in silence lived
To dream a dream, he knew, alone.
He saw the world as none may see
Through eyes he might yet call his own.

From all the world, he stood apart,
And lived as one, where few could know -
For few men stray from time-worn roads
To paths where thoughts soft-treading go.

He’d gods his own – he worshipped free - ,
And scripture written not in verse,
For spirit knows what cannot tell,
‘Less knowledge witness wisdom’s birth.

At journey’s end you’d think it found –
Those truths left still unknown to man,
But truth, you’d find does not there wait,
For no true road does come to end.

Alone will be the thinker’s way;
For what he wish, he knows it must -
To see as one apart from all
A man must let this age be lost.

These thoughts, alone, he told me once,
Though wordless was the thinker’s plea,
To understand what few then could,
To break from world’s conformity.

Perhaps by Time he was not held,
Nor yet by mortal life confined,
Of another world perhaps he came,
From distant land or ancient time;

For something aged within him lived –
An ancient truth man long forgot,
Ere coming of the modern age,
Though hidden still, truth lost is not.

Description
I knew one once, in silence lived
To dream a dream, he knew, alone.
He saw the world as none may see
Through eyes he might yet call his own.

From all the world, he stood apart,
And lived as one, where few could know -
For few men stray from time-worn roads
To paths where thoughts soft-treading go.

He’d gods his own – he worshipped free - ,
And scripture written not in verse,
For spirit knows what cannot tell,
‘Less knowledge witness wisdom’s birth.

At journey’s end you’d think it found –
Those truths left still unknown to man,
But truth, you’d find does not there wait,
For no true road does come to end.

Alone will be the thinker’s way;
For what he wish, he knows it must -
To see as one apart from all
A man must let this age be lost.

These thoughts, alone, he told me once,
Though wordless was the thinker’s plea,
To understand what few then could,
To break from world’s conformity.

Perhaps by Time he was not held,
Nor yet by mortal life confined,
Of another world perhaps he came,
From distant land or ancient time;

For something aged within him lived –
An ancient truth man long forgot,
Ere coming of the modern age,
Though hidden still, truth lost is not.