Just a Dreamer


Many moons have passed
yet I am still ignored.
Ignored for my clairvoyance
and the truth that's unexplored.

My words, overlooked
and easily dismissed.
I am called a dreamer.
They say ignorance is bliss.

Is it really though?
Is ignorance truly bliss?
Am I truly a dreamer?
Should my words be dismissed?

I am a savant, but not a dreamer.
This solemn eye has seen all the cheaters.
Believe me when I say the Ides of March is near,
otherwise, don't be afraid to ask Caesar.

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