Looking up

Sometime it is weird to look at myself
starting to branch into different paths
not quite related to one another
yet my composed figure
just ride along as an inspector general
somewhat independent
somewhat transparent to each branch
if not biasing towards a particular realm 
Now I start to realize
how many realms a genius could have
I barely could come up with even a handful
let alone thinking about
what Mozart or Einstein had
those millions of ideas in their heads