The oracle told him to beware the Ides
And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t wishing for untimely demise
Or am I just wishing I could be like you?
That the people would see me, as a poet
Not just the muse

Something wicked this way comes
Should I embrace it, should I run?
What motivates me? Hatred? Is it love?
Or maybe my mother wished she’d had a son?
And even if I can’t be the one
Maybe I could at least help make way for him
Until the day that he comes
Maybe my name could also be known
That I helped return good to the people of Rome

So my name is Brutus and my name means heavy
So with a heavy heart I’ll guide this dagger Into the heart of my enemy
My whole life you were a teacher and friend to me
Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy
I too have a destiny
This death will be art
The people will speak of this day from near and afar
This event will be history
And I’ll be great too
I don’t want what you have!
I wanna be you!