To love to not to love, that is the question:
Whether company will make the pain less
And stand by my side when times are trying
Or perhaps to stand alone against demons,
And by opposing, end them. To love- to live
No more; to love another is to end all
The heartache that rests in disaster
Will bring tears to mine eyes, but yet
Alone is to survive. To love- to live
To live- perchance to prosper; ay, there’s the rub!
For in the chance to live what wonders may come
When we hold tight to this mortal coil,
the one that binds us dear. There’s the respect
the makes the fight worth fighting on.
For who would rather give in complacency
than be able to stand tall and fortified against all.
The pangs of tempted love are none more
than temptations baited in front of thine eyes
with patient merit makes a worthy plight.
When he himself fails weak at the very prospect
Who would follow you should you follow another?
Who would respect you when you long
To be elsewhere? A somewhere else with simple
and easy living. When unrestrained you may
Just travel the undiscovered country. With out fear
of not returning you may explore with
Weightless shoulders. To fly where we know not.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
and useless entanglements do hinder all pursuits.
We all are stuck down by another’s beating heart,
Longing us to beat in time with them.
With this regard we are fragile, we fall prey to
any man with ill desires—