Brut(us) wisdom

 Julius Caesar

"Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this."
Mark. I 'd run the race fettered but by me,
than to lose my self, thus a life will miss.
To each his own by rules that always be.

The crowd this way and that but blindly steers,
of choice one's robbed--the power of the wave.
No conscious thought need the one ever make.
Onward where the mass deludes that is brave.

Grant me space to find what to me will sate.
There I will compete in that vacant lot.
To hell with what _they_ say is destined fate.
I'll err or triumph 'gainst self discerned plot.

Dear noble friend, I know you wish me well.
I will thrive as any inflated swell.