Introspection

In the midst of a milling crowd I stand alone, Nonconforming, footloose and fancy-free Trekking on my own beaten path and Reaching yonder for the things sublime Over in a realm beyond time where Serenity and conflict-free solitude reign; Peruse the affairs of this humbler poet Echoing the whispers of his restive mind Coursing relentlessly through his veins Tormenting his very soul, day and night, Incessant, incoherent but ever insistent Overwhelmingly self-delusional and yet Not to be smothered and hidden away. ~"Introspection-Acrostic" contest by John Hamilton