Turbulent storms of life shall fiercely blow,

On many a dreary and winding road.

Battles lost, with pain that was never known,

Endure hardships outrageous fate bestowed.

Or to face death, with its terrors unseen,

Roam the gloomy haze as if in a dream.

Nightmarish lands, where all fears may convene,

Obscurity shrouds what lies in between.

There is the rub, yet the choice thou shalt make,

To end thine life or live another day.

Over the choice you made nothing holds sway,

Besides the destiny that you forsake.

Eternity’s embrace, it beckons me,

...Hamlet ponders, “To be or not to be”.