An ode to difference

Wading through swamps of mediocrity,
our hero he trudges on...
overcoming obstacles rooted in time;
battling ghosts whose moment is long gone.

They used to tell him,
that man can't be an island anymore...
then why, oh why, desolation,
is he knocking at thy door?

An emerald isle amidst murky waters, 
he floats across the seas of time...
Watching, waiting, for evermore?
He's on a quest for one like him...

Shunned by a world of hypocrites, 
crucified on the altar of tradition; 
he works on, not a pause..
hoping that somehow, somewhere, a connoisseur will applaud.

The hourglass is almost out of sand,
as he leaves his works on the great arena..
hidden out there in plain sight..
he's hoping that somehow, somewhere, a connoisseur will applaud.