Introvert's Dilemma

I am tired of living
in an extroverts world
where silence is unforgiving
and emotions unfurled.
Where books are left on cases
their spines never cracked.
No one sits around fireplaces
words are never abstract.
I want to return to my books
of knights, squires and queens
lay down by a brook
fall into my dreams.
But change is never seen
on the young morning’s breeze.