To be or not to be...

To live, or to die, that is my question:

It is manlier to others to endure the pain

The problems and challenges that face our future

Or to face all our struggles in life,

And by facing them stop them. To put life to an end-

Anymore; and by this action we die

The pain, and the hurt

That we all go through. Death is a dream.

Death is good and a wish. To put life to an end.

To die- we dream about: but it ends the dreams!

When you are dead no dreams may come

When we have ended our troubles,

Must give us time. There’s the respect

That makes trouble throughout life.

For who would endure the pain and suffering of life,

The downers wrong, the proud man’s insulting,

The pain of condemned love, the laws postpone,

The disrespectfulness of people in office, the scorn

Good people take from the unworthy,

When he might take his death into his own hands

With a knife? Who would choose,

To groan and sweat through a draining life,

But that fear of what comes after death-

The unknown, from whose destination

No visitor returns- which we wonder about,

And makes us endure our misfortunes

Rather than escape to what we don’t know?

Our morals and fear of death make us cowards,

And then the natural determination

Is weakened by our thoughts,

And our undertakings of great pith and moment

With this look their currents are misdirected

And stop all actions. - Be quite now!

The beautiful Opheila!- Pretty woman, in your prayers

Remember me and all my sins.