They wander the streets
Aimless in physical direction
Guided instead by supernatural force
Their mouth begets strange wisdoms
Their eyes see through the body and into the soul
Whispers of past and future fill their mind
Nonsense to mortals
Nonsense perhaps to the immortals, too
Complexities impossible to apply to life
Embedded into one no different than us
O child of Cassandra,
Will you also be driven mad?