He walked far from the place where he had been
brought up, far from all civilization;
but brought with him a library to spend
his time with, while out on his vacation.
He learned to walk while reading, and he read
as many words as anyone could read;
and when the books had said what they had said,
he pondered hard—such that his mind would bleed.
And when he’d found an answer, finally,
he turned back so to tell it; but he saw
no friend or even closest family,
nor any body from which he could draw.
For far too far from anyone was he
to tell—to let them know or let them see.