Dear Introvert

How does it feel
to befriend yourself
and love the sounds
of your thoughts alone
seeping through the silence?

How do you do it?

How do you live in a world
apart from the world
but still in the world
and yet shun the world?

Is it for love of silence?
Or does your little world
boast a life more beautiful
than what ours can give?

Tell me, dear lone wolf.
Your mystery has my mind
in knots.

How great it must be then
to have your way with Shangri-La,
to reign over your Nirvana,
to hold have the keys of your heaven
hidden in your own two hands,
not in the smiles of paramours
or hearty cheers of friends.

How does it feel, my friend,
to hum to the songs of silence,
to dance inside your head,
to not find boredom boring,
to live in your own garden
of Eden in your heart?

Tell me, dear lone wolf.
Teach me your ways.

Dennis Izu Ezeogu