To ask a question, one must seek the truth
To answer, one must have the truth to share
Not like some rash and troubled, moody youth
Who wonders, “sagely,” who would fardles bear?
If death is just the end of troubled life
Who wouldn’t choose to end his life, to die
And if we burn in Hell to end our strife
Then joy in life must be a godly lie
Soliloquys are just some play-ful lines
Like bible words that say the Word is God
When Hamlet speaks, he mutters and opines
His blasphemy, and yet, we all applaud
If words are truth, and truth will set us free
We all should ask: to be, or not to be?