Elucidating Questions

What even could I call myself?

I definitely think of magic but I don’t know if I am magic

I’m just something

It feels like I understand things I shouldn’t

Like my head just had too many things inside it

I don’t believe I have the wisdom to be a wizard

But something like it

Half baked wizard of the stars and Earth

It’s cold this morning

Good

It was warm the day before yesterday

What alarming foreshadowing

Though I’d rather be wrong about Summer like I was about winter

I’d rather have not been wrong about winter though

I’m definitely not always right

Wouldn’t it be terrifying if that was the case?

Something

I’m something

I don’t think there is a word for it in this language