Fluff Brain

You are,

Air-headed, essence of wind,
Carry all your weight below the neck,
Mind made of cobwebs, easily brushed or burned away,
Nothing interesting or relevant ever said,
Not once even an accidental thought,
An unsubstantial being.

The seed of a dandelion weed, floating upon the breeze.
Shallow rooted, a common thing, pathetic.
Nobody notices you except to blow you away.

Are you ok, wizard? would you like somebody to speak to?