In the realm of thoughts where shadows play,
I dwell in silence where whispers sway,
With a high spiritual intelligence, I rise,
Not just in words, but in the truth that lies.
I read the moods, the energy flows,
The subtle shifts that the heart bestows.
Through body language, I weave my thread,
In the tapestry of souls, where secrets are spread.
Fakeness and realness, I sense with ease,
A keen observer of the heart's unease.
Indeed, my senses are supreme and clear.
In the quiet moments, I draw near.
People's smiles, a mask they wear,
Sarcasm lingers in the air,
I can read their minds, the lies they spin,
Measuring the weight of the truths within.
Hidden anger, I trace to its root,
In the garden of feelings, I find the fruit,
I was not born yesterday, wisdom my guide,
No one can fool me, I see deep inside.
More than intelligent, I stand apart,
For no one knows me, not even the heart.
In the silence, I gather the light,
A beacon of truth in the depth of the night.
So let the world spin in its intricate dance,
I’ll watch from the shadows, with a knowing glance.
For in the stillness, I find my way,
With a high spiritual intelligence, I’ll forever stay.