To Be or Not To Be

To be or not to be,

That is the question of thee,

Whether it is wiser to let the mind suffer,

Or take arms up against a sea,

And by trying to end them?

To die: to sleep no more,

To end this all through a door to death,

The heart aches and pains,

For something that tis a consummation,

Desperately to be wished,

To die: to sleep, there’s an idea,

Perchance to dream, there’s something,

For in dreaming, death may come,

When we danced off this world,

They must give us the respect,

That makes the downfall of life so long,

It’s like we keep falling down the road of life,

It’s not a path that we want to belong,

For who can bear the pain of time?

The oppressors wrong,

The proudness of man smiles down upon us,

Pangs of wrongful love,

The insolence of authority,

That patient person, who is unworthy, takes

Takes whatever they want,

 And still leaves us feeling burdensome,

When he himself swiftly takes,

With a sharp dagger,

Who would burden such a soul as thee?

The country that’s burden is too hard to carry,

No traveller returns, this puzzles the mind and soul,

And makes us think twice,

About those pains we do have,

Is life truly worth living?

To be or not to be,

That is the question of thee,

Life has its pains and sorrows,

But it always has its tomorrows,

Live life not as a burden,

But as a blessing,

Does this make cowards of us all?

With this, life’s current turns awry,

And thus lost the name of action.