Intellects Anchor

In the realm of his mind where thoughts intertwine, 

Lives a man, his intellect, a solitary shrine. 

In the silence, he finds his profoundest muse, 

Away from the clamor, humanity's ruse. 

In solitude, he walks, a path less trod, 

His companions, ideas, broad and odd. 

Unaffected by judgment, in his own pace, he soars, 

In the realm of intellect, through unopened doors. 

Intelligent souls, solitude they seek, 

With like minds, they converse, not with the meek. 

Towards accomplishments, a focused stride, 

In their own company, they confidently abide. 

The genius, the intellect, finds it hard to blend, 

With the mundane, their time, they'd rather not spend. 

In their caves of wonder, they explore and create, 

Unbothered by judgment, masters of their fate. 

For in solitude, they discover, the treasures of the mind, 

In the silence, answers to questions they find. 

So, let them wander, in their isolated quest, 

For in their pursuit of knowledge, they are truly blessed.