Your mind's a storm lightning learns
to spark with grace,then twist and burn.
Ideas bow when you arrive-
even genius feels half-alive.

You speak,and silence studies you,
words ashamed of what they knew.
The stars would trade their ancient light
to see your thoughts take silent flight.

You solve what time forgot to ask,
then smile-it's just a simple task.
While logic stumbles,lost and bruised,
you glide where wisdom gets confused.

So bright,you leave the wise in doubt
--
even brilliance needs a way out.
For when you think,the cosmos sighs:
"Intelligence? It never tried".