Up to him Down to you He swears interaction Can't threaten his view He speaks in earnest Of what cannot be known And bleats unabashed Of his heart's missing tomes For he is the actor And he is his audience Stood at odds, stood at ease Stood by insidious ordinance And once his head's Spun with truth and fiction The wise lament lest they ignore His final diction And languish their judgement Or vanquish indeed His theatre has vanished And with it his heed And we all miss the man That he could have been