The Ides of March, by Silverstein

[planetesimal]

"The snow won't go away, My nose runs down my face
No one sees me here, It doesn't even matter
And every step I take, I stay in the same place
I can't begin to start again, why can't I just be perfect?"
-Ides of March, Silverstein


"Caesar: Who is it in the press that calls on me? I hear a tongue shriller than all the music cry "Caesar!" Speak, Caesar is turn'd to hear.
Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March.
Caesar: What man is that?
Brutus: A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March."
-Julius Caesar Act 1, scene 2, 15–19


Happy 15th of March!

[Untouchable]

I know I'm a little late, but I have to admit that you chose a great song c: