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Sits alone, book in hand

Whispers of wisdom like sand in the palm of your hand

Heaviness in your eyes, flame still burns

Master of thought, mind that hides

Master of philosophy, king of the unknown

Builds a kingdom, overturns every glass of thought

In the stream of questions he weaves his own art

Scholar of chaos, thief of hearts

Words riddles, his tongue carries

An ancient tune that no one can sing

The weight of the world rests quietly at his side

He challenges the truth — does not long for his rest

Master of philosophy, king of the unknown

Builds a kingdom, overturns every glass of thought

In the stream of questions he weaves his own art

Scholar of chaos, thief of hearts

Shadows of doubt circle around his name

Mirror of mirrors — none compares to themselves

But in silence the universe bends

An answer ends — the question of it opens

Master of philosophy, king of the unknown

Builds an empire, overturns every glass of thought

In the stream of questions he weaves his own art

Scholar of chaos, thief of hearts