Are those your words of wisdom
Or the whispers of ghostly figures
Softly spoken to intrigue your senses
Before a philosophy is forced unto you
Or are you enchanted with a natural gift
Of thoughts too deep for one to even think

Should I worry of your sleepless nights
Marking words beyond comprehension
Shaping symbols of some ancient meaning
Arranging numbers in a bizarre sequence
Or do you have a magic eye of visions
Noticing this when others care for nothing

Can I advise you on your gloomed depression
Or will you backfire with spitting flames
Over my imprudent approach on tactics
Degrading me to the purpose of my birth
Or are you in a state of focused meditation
And the sight of noise is a constant distraction

Your words bedazzle me to a point of oblivion
Where I am no longer in control of my senses
Your restless dedication is a fireball of energy
I can only wonder where this power comes from
Your resentment to the world forces me to think
Whether your life is based on brilliance or insanity