I've been watching him for my entire life...
I hate the air he breathes, his foolish decrees
His words so contrived
And I hate the way the townspeople gather outside-
They hang on every breath, cling to his chest
Home to his heart full of pride...
The oracle told him to beware the Ides
And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't wishing
For untimely death or demise
Or am I just wishing I could be like you?..
That the people would see me too as a poet!
And not just the muse...
Oh, it's not true, I don't wish harm upon you.
From birth we've been like brothers of different mothers
Within the spirit of the same womb
May the gods strike me down if I forsake you..
Frater meus, you're beautifully made
And to you I'm forever grateful
I'll never forget that you showed me to make art
And I know the love you showed me came
From a pure and noble heart
I love you, and if you want, I'll call you King..
But why do I lie awake each night thinking
"Instead of you, it should be ME"?...