NO SHAKESPEARE

I am no Shakespeare, but he answers me when I search for his opinions and intervention.
His words ramble together as every soul's past, the present, and untold future.

Angered by the senseless introductions of all that don’t care to fear, dance, or solve the maze within their minds.

With every stroke, thought, and phrase that swings the pendulum until we decide where it lands, we hear the man who wrote to prove it should be.

On the road in the middle of nowhere, with no horizon, he will take you to the ends of the earth, dare you to jump, and teach you to fly. A writer's voice sends his wish to your head and your body and allows you to make it your own.

Carefully reading in all the syllables and punctuation but not feeling is a waste of our own worldly desires. To be it, sending all your wickedness, your prosperity, your venture, your admiration, and love, you can become it.

The hidden meaning is evident that all was faced from the beginning, I am no Shakespeare, but he is I.