Shakespeare Remembered

You must be the change you wish to see in the world
This strength found in others, when they have none
Bravery, stepping outside yourself, social norms
Head strong determination, a true benefit and downfall

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are
So many things empty because we are empty
We paint canvas, ink paper, searching
Stand on stage and bare every soul watching, listening

Maybe they will remember, this inattentive world
If you leave enough mystery, pain and grandeur
Wrapped in sweet soliloquies, where truth and fiction are one
Where people see the worst and the best in themselves

Make them laugh, cry, perhaps even think
Most of all make them feel, contempt, love, admiration
It doesn't matter, as long as they're not indifferent
You keep them alive, you alive

They may love you for a sonnet
Yet hate you for the truth they find on a stage
But they feel and they remember
And that is art in many forms, in all forms,
For life is art and art is life

Oh Romeo, Romeo, et tu Brute
Fair is foul and foul is fair
You were my first taste of art in ink
Resting forever on my pallet